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... sings for a breeze , And the sailors who pace their midnight watch , Still as the slumbering seas ? Yes ! side by side , and hand in hand , Close to the prow two figures stand , Their shadows never stir , And fondly as the moon doth ...
... sings for a breeze , And the sailors who pace their midnight watch , Still as the slumbering seas ? Yes ! side by side , and hand in hand , Close to the prow two figures stand , Their shadows never stir , And fondly as the moon doth ...
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... singing airs , and gleams of light , And birds of calm , all glancing bright , Must hither in their gladness come- -Where shall they find a fitter home Than a night - scene fair as this ? And when , her fairy voyage past , The happy ...
... singing airs , and gleams of light , And birds of calm , all glancing bright , Must hither in their gladness come- -Where shall they find a fitter home Than a night - scene fair as this ? And when , her fairy voyage past , The happy ...
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... sing . Upward he lifts his wondering eyes , Nor yet believes that even the skies So passing fair can be ; And lo ! yon gleam of emerald light , For human gaze too dazzling bright , Is that indeed the Sea ? Adorned with all her pomp and ...
... sing . Upward he lifts his wondering eyes , Nor yet believes that even the skies So passing fair can be ; And lo ! yon gleam of emerald light , For human gaze too dazzling bright , Is that indeed the Sea ? Adorned with all her pomp and ...
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... sing ; Like birds , that , rising from the foam , Seek on some lofty cliff their home , On storm - despising wing . Yes ! that thou hear'st thy Mary's voice , That lovely smile declares ! Here let us in each other's arms Dissolve our ...
... sing ; Like birds , that , rising from the foam , Seek on some lofty cliff their home , On storm - despising wing . Yes ! that thou hear'st thy Mary's voice , That lovely smile declares ! Here let us in each other's arms Dissolve our ...
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... sing above their head . And trusting in the merciful Power That saved them in that dismal hour When the ship sank in the sea , Cheering their souls with many a smile , They walk through the woods of this nameless Isle In undisturbed ...
... sing above their head . And trusting in the merciful Power That saved them in that dismal hour When the ship sank in the sea , Cheering their souls with many a smile , They walk through the woods of this nameless Isle In undisturbed ...
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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?