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Saturday, January 15, 2005
from On the Morning of Christ’s Nativity
John Milton
XIX
The Oracles are dumb;
No voice or hideous hum
Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving.
Apollo from his shrine
Can no more divine,
With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving.
No nightly trance or breathed spell
Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
posted by gbarto at 6:25 PM
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