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The starry cope Of heaven.

John Milton

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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
Poet
Politician
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Starry
Cope
Heaven

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Her silent course advance With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle.
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