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Swinges The Scaly Horror Of His Folded Tail.
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Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.
-- John Milton (1608-1674)
-- Hymn on Christ's Nativity, Line 172
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Peor and Baalim Forsake their temples dim.
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Time will run back and fetch the age of gold.
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From haunted spring and dale Edg'd with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent.
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The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving.
Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving....
The nodding horror of whose shady brows Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger.
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And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure.
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And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
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Enter'd the very lime-twigs of his spells, And yet came off.
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