JOHN MILTON
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SABRINA The Sfirit sings:
SABRINA fair Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassie, cool, translucent wave,
In twisted braids of Lillies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair, Listen for dear honour's sake, Goddess of the silver lake,
Listen and save!
Listen and appear to us, In name of great Oceanus, By the earth-shaking Neptune's mace, And Tcthys grave majestick pace, By hoary Nercus wrincled look, And the Carpathian wisards hook, By scaly Tritons winding shell, And old sooth-saying Glaucus spell, By Leucothea's lovely hands, And her son that rules the strands, By Thetis tinsel-si ipper'd feet, And the Songs of Sirens sweet, By dead Parthenope's dear tomb, And fair Ligea's golden comb, Wherwith she sits on diamond rocks Sleeking her soft alluring locks, By all the Nymphs that nightly dance Upon thy streams with wily glance, Rise, rise, and heave thy rosie head From thy coral -pa v'n bed,
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