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SONG On May morning Now the bright morning Star, Dayes harbinger, Comes
dancing from the East, and leads with her The Flowry May, who from her green
lap throws The yellow Cowslip, and the pale Primrose. Hail bounteous May that ...
you, that, believe me, you could scarce learn through this present song, for my
love is not hemmed within close-gripping measures, nor does it come whole and
sound to feet that are lame [the elegiac distich]. How well you report the solemn ...
Nor did the impious bile spare you for all that you, a man of culture true, mould
Lesbian song with your Roman lips. O sweet gift of the gods, Health, sister of
Hebe, O Apollo, terror of diseases, ever since you slew the Python, or if thou
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Milton has forwarded a massage through out his late work in code which some has been discovered but not the right time to flag ..... for those who like to think of the bottle, Identity of satan and the advocates ... where are they.... their relation to human and corruption of K. James literary action