John Milton Quotes on Celebration
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Where the bright seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted angel trumpets blow.
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A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him.
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Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips and cranks and wanton wiles, Nods and becks and wreathed smiles.
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And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth, and many a maid, Dancing in the checkered shade. And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday.