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On the tawny sands and shelves trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.
John Milton
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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
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Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day.
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And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
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First Moloch, horrid king, besmirched in blood, Of Human sacrifice, and parent's tears, Though, for the noise of drums and timbrels loud, Their childrens' cries unheard, that passed through fire, To his grim idol.
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On a sudden open fly With impetuous recoil and jarring sound Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder.
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His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power.
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