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... zone of love , A zone of dim and tender light That makes her wakeful eye more bright : She seems to shine with a sunny ray , And the night looks like a mellowed day ! VOL . XII . The gracious Mistress of the Main Hath now an undisturbed.
... zone of love , A zone of dim and tender light That makes her wakeful eye more bright : She seems to shine with a sunny ray , And the night looks like a mellowed day ! VOL . XII . The gracious Mistress of the Main Hath now an undisturbed.
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... seems as if this weight of calm Were from eternity . O World of Waters ! the steadfast earth Ne'er lay entranced like Thee ! Is she a vision wild and bright , That sails amid the still moonlight At the dreaming soul's command ? A vessel ...
... seems as if this weight of calm Were from eternity . O World of Waters ! the steadfast earth Ne'er lay entranced like Thee ! Is she a vision wild and bright , That sails amid the still moonlight At the dreaming soul's command ? A vessel ...
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... Seems made for them alone : They feel as if their home were Heaven , And the earth a dream that hath flown . Softly they lean on each other's breast , In holy bliss reposing , Like two fair clouds to the vernal air , In folds of beauty ...
... Seems made for them alone : They feel as if their home were Heaven , And the earth a dream that hath flown . Softly they lean on each other's breast , In holy bliss reposing , Like two fair clouds to the vernal air , In folds of beauty ...
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... seems , Whose waking thoughts are deep as dreams , And in her hushed and dim abode For ever dwell upon her God ... seem to be Some wandering spirit of the sea , That dearly loves the gleam of sails , And o'er them breathes propitious ...
... seems , Whose waking thoughts are deep as dreams , And in her hushed and dim abode For ever dwell upon her God ... seem to be Some wandering spirit of the sea , That dearly loves the gleam of sails , And o'er them breathes propitious ...
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... seems kindly given From the multitude of stars in Heaven : And oft a smile of moonlight fair , To perfect peace hath changed despair . Low as we are , we blend our fate With things so beautifully great , And though opprest with heaviest ...
... seems kindly given From the multitude of stars in Heaven : And oft a smile of moonlight fair , To perfect peace hath changed despair . Low as we are , we blend our fate With things so beautifully great , And though opprest with heaviest ...
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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?