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Thus I set my printless feet O'er the cowslip's velvet head, That bends not as I tread.

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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Tread
Velvet
Thus
Feet
Head
Cowslip
Bends

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