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397	Milton, John	L'Allegro, Il Penseroso, Comus, and Lycidas			.txt	text/plain	11501	968	92	But come, thou Goddess fair and free, And in thy right hand lead with thee Come; but keep thy wonted state, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes: I woo, to hear thy even-song; Thus, Night, oft see me in thy pale career, Night hath better sweets to prove; Us thy vowed priests, till utmost end In thy dark lantern thus close up the stars COMUS: What chance, good lady, hath bereft you thus? With thy long levelled rule of streaming light, The ATTENDANT SPIRIT, habited like a shepherd. "How sweet thou sing'st, how near the deadly snare!" Thou hast immanacled while Heaven sees good. That thou hast banished from thy tongue with lies. Till all thy magic structures, reared so high, Listen where thou art sitting Come, Lady; while Heaven lends us grace, Come, let us haste; the stars grow high, Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear.	./cache/397.txt	./txt/397.txt