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... INNOCENCE , LOUGHRIG TARN , • · * WAKING DREAMS , A FRAGMENT , MARY , SOLITUDE , THE SISTERS , PAGE 330 333 335 339 344 346 348 THE FAREWELL AND RETURN , 350 LINES WRITTEN AT A LITTLE WELL BY THE ROADSIDE , LANGDALE , 353 * THE PAST ...
... INNOCENCE , LOUGHRIG TARN , • · * WAKING DREAMS , A FRAGMENT , MARY , SOLITUDE , THE SISTERS , PAGE 330 333 335 339 344 346 348 THE FAREWELL AND RETURN , 350 LINES WRITTEN AT A LITTLE WELL BY THE ROADSIDE , LANGDALE , 353 * THE PAST ...
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... innocence of thoughtless youth , To Guilt and Age for gold ; Of English maids who pined away Beyond the Eastern Main , Who smiled , when first they trod that shore , But never smiled again . In dreams is she such wretched Maid , An ...
... innocence of thoughtless youth , To Guilt and Age for gold ; Of English maids who pined away Beyond the Eastern Main , Who smiled , when first they trod that shore , But never smiled again . In dreams is she such wretched Maid , An ...
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... innocence and joy , Here , and in realms beyond the grave , Unites those whom the cruel wave Could not for grief destroy ? No fears felt they of guilt or sin , For sure they heard a voice within That set their hearts at rest ; They ...
... innocence and joy , Here , and in realms beyond the grave , Unites those whom the cruel wave Could not for grief destroy ? No fears felt they of guilt or sin , For sure they heard a voice within That set their hearts at rest ; They ...
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... tears like rain should flow , Yet she must also weep ; Such tears as innocence doth shed Upon its undisturbed bed , When dreaming in its sleep . And oft , and oft , her father presses Her 50 CANTO III . THE ISLE OF PALMS .
... tears like rain should flow , Yet she must also weep ; Such tears as innocence doth shed Upon its undisturbed bed , When dreaming in its sleep . And oft , and oft , her father presses Her 50 CANTO III . THE ISLE OF PALMS .
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... innocence . -I call upon the wicked ! let him show His face among the crowd , and I will tell him His dreams of horror and his works of sin . ( A Man of a fierce and ferocious aspect advances from the crowd . ) Stranger . I ask thee not ...
... innocence . -I call upon the wicked ! let him show His face among the crowd , and I will tell him His dreams of horror and his works of sin . ( A Man of a fierce and ferocious aspect advances from the crowd . ) Stranger . I ask thee not ...
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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?