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... hand . How like a monarch would she glide , While the husht billow kissed her side With low and lulling tone , Some stately Ship , that from afar Shone sudden , like a rising star , With all her bravery on ! List ! how in murmurs of ...
... hand . How like a monarch would she glide , While the husht billow kissed her side With low and lulling tone , Some stately Ship , that from afar Shone sudden , like a rising star , With all her bravery on ! List ! how in murmurs of ...
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... hand in hand , Close to the prow two figures stand , Their shadows never stir , And fondly as the moon doth rest Upon the Ocean's gentle breast , So fond they look on her . They gaze and gaze till the beauteous orb Seems made for them ...
... hand in hand , Close to the prow two figures stand , Their shadows never stir , And fondly as the moon doth rest Upon the Ocean's gentle breast , So fond they look on her . They gaze and gaze till the beauteous orb Seems made for them ...
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... hands Uninjured on the beach , With oars and sails a vessel lies : Salvation from the gracious skies ! He fears it is a ... hand of pleasure , Preparing on the quiet tide To beat a gladsome measure . The dripping sail is careless tied ...
... hands Uninjured on the beach , With oars and sails a vessel lies : Salvation from the gracious skies ! He fears it is a ... hand of pleasure , Preparing on the quiet tide To beat a gladsome measure . The dripping sail is careless tied ...
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... hand Upstarting dim the nameless land Extends its mountain line . It is no cloud that steadfast lies Between the Ocean and the Skies ; No image of a cloud , that flings Across the deep its shadowy wings ; Such as oft cheats with visions ...
... hand Upstarting dim the nameless land Extends its mountain line . It is no cloud that steadfast lies Between the Ocean and the Skies ; No image of a cloud , that flings Across the deep its shadowy wings ; Such as oft cheats with visions ...
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... hand that knows its spirit feel ; And list ! What melting murmurs steal Like incense to the realms above , Such sounds as parted souls might love . And now if a home - bound vessel lay At anchor in yon beauteous bay , " Till the land ...
... hand that knows its spirit feel ; And list ! What melting murmurs steal Like incense to the realms above , Such sounds as parted souls might love . And now if a home - bound vessel lay At anchor in yon beauteous bay , " Till the land ...
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Page 407 - A CLOUD lay cradled near the setting sun ; A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow : Long had I watched the glory moving on, O'er the still radiance of the lake below ; Tranquil its spirit seemed, and floated slow, E'en in its very motion there was rest ; While every breath of eve that chanced to blow, Wafted the traveller to the beauteous west.
Page 16 - Now is the ocean's bosom bare, Unbroken as the floating air ; The ship hath melted quite away, Like a struggling dream at break of day. No image meets my wandering eye, But the new-risen sun and the sunny sky.
Page 231 - ... of thy desert regardless of foes. Thy bold antlers call on the hunter afar, With a haughty defiance to come to the war ! No outrage is war to a creature like thee ! The bugle-horn fills thy wild spirit with glee, As thou bearest thy neck on the wings of the wind, And the laggardly gaze-hound is toiling behind. In the beams of thy forehead that glitter with death — In feet that draw power from the touch of the heath...
Page 228 - Magnificent creature ! so stately and bright ! In the pride of thy spirit pursuing thy flight; For what hath the child of the desert to dread, Wafting up his own mountains that far-beaming head ; Or borne like a whirlwind down on the vale .' — Hail ! king of the wild and the beautiful! — hail! Hail ! idol divine! whom nature hath borne O'er a hundred hill-tops since the mists of the morn, Whom the pilgrim lone wandering on mountain and moor, As the vision glides by him, may...
Page 223 - Those wandering veins of heavenly blue That stray along thy forehead fair, Lost 'mid a gleam of golden hair? Oh, can that light and airy breath Steal from a being doomed to death; Those features to the grave be sent In sleep thus mutely eloquent? Or art thou, what thy form would seem, The phantom of a blessed dream?