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George Meredith

George Meredith

The Poetry of Milton

Like to some deep-chested organ whose grand inspiration,
Serenely majestic in utterance, lofty and calm,
Interprets to mortals with melody great as its burthen
The mystical harmonies chiming for ever throughout the bright
spheres.

#English #Victorians #XIXCentury

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