JOHN MILTON
And bridle in thy headlong wave, Till thou our summons answered have.
Listen and save! Sabrina replies:
By the rushy fringed bank, Where grows the Willow and the Osier dank,
My sliding Chariot stayes, Thick set with Agat, and the azurn sheen Of Turkis blew, and Emrauld green
That in the channcll strayes, Whilst from off the waters fleet Thus I set my prmtle^s feet O're the Cowslips Velvet head,
That bends not as I tread, Gentle swam at thy request
I am here.
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The Sfirit epilogmzes:
the Ocean now I fly, And those happy climes that ly Where day never shuts his eye, Up in the broad fields of the sky: There I suck the liquid ayr All amidst the Gardens fair Of Hesperus, and his daughters three That sing about the golden tree. Along the crisped shades and bowres Revels the spruce and jocond Spring, The Graces, and the rosie-boosom'd Howres, Thither all their bounties bring,
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