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How often from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to other's note, Singing their great Creator?

John Milton

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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
Poet
Politician
Writer
Often
Hills
Responsive
Great
Creator
Steep
Notes
Celestial
Worship
Hill
Air
Midnight
Singing
Note
Thicket
Heard
Sole
Thickets
Voice
Voices
Echoing

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