“While the cock with lively din
Scatters the rear of darkness thin,
And to the stack, or the barn door,
Stoutly struts his dames before,
Oft list'ning how the hounds and horn
Cheerly rouse the slumb'ring morn.”

—  John Milton

Source: L'Allegro (1631), Line 49

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English epic poet 1608–1674

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