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...circumstances in descriptive writing. Take, for instance, the following passage from the Penseroso : 1 walk unseen On the dry, smooth-shaven green, To behold...her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Ofl, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide watered shore, Swinging...

...circumstances in descriptive writing. Take, for instance, the following passage from the Penseroso : -I walk unseen On the dry, smooth-shaven green, To...her highest noon : Like one that had been led astray Throngh the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping throngh a fleecy...

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...considered as inimitably fine poems. Take, for instance, the following passage from the Penseroso : —I walk unseen On the dry, smooth-shaven green,...wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon : Like ene that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bow'd,...

...the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er th' accustom'd oak ; 60 Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most...hear thy even-song ; And missing thee, I walk unseen 65 On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like...

...Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er th' accustom'd oke ; Sweet bird that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most...unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wand'ring moon Riding neer her highest noon, Like one that had bin led astray Through the Heav'ns wide...