 Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.  Paradiso perduto di Milton - Page 254by John Milton - 1852Full view - About this book
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...fleecy skirts with gold, — In honour to the world's great Author, rise ! Whether to deck, with clouds, the uncolour'd sky, Or wet the thirsty earth with...worship, wave. Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, — warbling, tune his praise. — Join voices, all ye living souls ; ye birds,... | |
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