John Milton Quotes on Travel
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Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove afield; and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn, Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night.
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Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world.
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At last he rose, and twitched his mantle blue: Tomorrow to fresh woods and pastures new.