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O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill While the jolly hours lead on propitious May.

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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
Poet
Politician
Writer
Heart
Thou
Nightingales
Lovers
Dost
Lead
Jolly
Hours
Spray
Hope
Lover
Stills
Fresh
Still
Fill
Propitious
May
Woods
Nightingale

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