Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the... Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books - Page 179by John Milton - 1750Full view - About this book
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