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“Sweet 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?”

Quote by John Milton

Book:The Complete Poems
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The Complete Poems

This volume encompasses a wide array of poems, showcasing the poet's entire body of work, including various styles and themes. more

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John Milton
John Milton

John Milton, born on December 9, 1608, in London, and died on November 8, 1674, was a renowned English poet and scholar. He is best known for his epic poem 'Paradise Lost,' which has had a profound impact on world literature. more

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