Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 439
f his home, and in his blind-ness, composed the greatest epic that was eversung—his Paradise Lost. What is great and abiding does not grow upeffortless. There had come to Milton, too, at last,the slow years of groping without sight. Other wrote for him, hour after hour, and day after day,while he… … THEY READ AND WROTE FOR HIM, HOUR AFTER HOUR. eyes must find his material; other voices must makeit known to him ; other fingers must hold the pen.His daughters felt great tenderness for thisman—so beautiful in .age. They were charmedwith his delightful company, his flow of subject,and unaffected…
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