They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale. She all night long her amorous descant sung: Silence was pleased. Now glowed the firmament With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest,... The poetical works of John Milton, with the life of the author by S. Johnson - Page 230 by John Milton - 1807 Full view -
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