JOHN MILTON

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ECHO

CWEET Echo, sweetest Nymph that liv'st unseen ^ Within thy airy shell

By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet imbroider'd vale

Where the love-lorn Nightingale Nightly to thee her sad Song mourneth well. Canst thou not tell me of a gentle Pair That likest thy Narcissus are ?

O if thou have Hid them in som flowry Cave,

Tell me but where

Sweet Queen of Parly, Daughter of the Sphear I So maist thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heav'ns Harmonies ?

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SABRINA The Spirit sings :

C ABRINA fair

^ Listen where thou art sitting

Under the glassie, cool, translucent wave,

In twisted braids of Lillies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair, Listen for dear honour's sake, Goddess of the silver lake,

Listen and save i

Listen and appear to us,

In name of great Oceanus,

By the earth-shaking Neptune's mace,

And Tethys grave majestick pace,

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