Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next, Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower... The Poetical Works of John Milton - Sivu 206tekijä(t) John Milton - 1852Koko teos
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...thine. [100-02] Next comes the world of learning, but the reverend Camus has only a cry for an answer, "Ah; Who hath reft (quoth he) my dearest pledge?"...came, and last did go / The Pilot of the Galilean lake . . ." (107-09). The Pilot, of course, is generally identified as St. Peter, but there are strong overtones...