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Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging low with sullen roar.

John Milton

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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
Poet
Politician
Writer
Lows
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Curfew
Ground
Watered
Hear
Sullen
Sound
Swinging
Roar
Shore
Rising

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