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...down on Julian; which, however, he could not achieve, till he had mounted his phaeton. CHAPTER LVI. " And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt." MILTON. The morning came, bright as it so often is when the heart is saddest; the...

...down on Julian ; which, however, he could not achieve, till he had mounted his phaeton. CHAPTEE LVI. " And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt." MILTON. The morning came, bright as it so often is when the heart is saddest ; the...

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...with a shower still When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves With minute-drops from off the eaves : And when the sun begins to fling...heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's...

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