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Fragment: Milton's Spirit.
By Percy Bysshe Shelley
I dreamed that Milton's spirit rose, and took
From life's green tree his Uranian lute;
And from his touch sweet thunder flowed, and shook
All human things built in contempt of man, -
And sanguine thrones and impious altars quaked,
Prisons and citadels...
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_2 lute Uranian cj. A.C. Bradley.
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