He met her, and in secret shades Of woody Ida's inmost grove, While yet there was no fear of Jove. Come, pensive Nun, devout and pure, Sober, steadfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain Flowing with majestic train, And sable stole of cypress... Allegro und Penseroso - Seite 20 von John Milton - 1782 - 31 Seiten Vollansicht -
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