Timbuctoo: A Poem, which Obtained the Chancellor's Medal at the Cambridge Commencement, M.DCCC.XXIX.J. Smith, 1829 - 13 |
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... eyes which wear no light but that wherewith Her phantasy informs them . Where are ye Thrones of the Western wave , fair Islands green ? Where are your moonlight halls , your cedarn glooms , The blossoming abysses of your hills ? Your ...
... eyes which wear no light but that wherewith Her phantasy informs them . Where are ye Thrones of the Western wave , fair Islands green ? Where are your moonlight halls , your cedarn glooms , The blossoming abysses of your hills ? Your ...
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... eyes Of those , that gaze upon the noonday Sun. Girt with a Zone of flashing gold beneath His breast , and compass'd round about his brow With triple arch of everchanging bows , And circled with the glory of living light And alternation ...
... eyes Of those , that gaze upon the noonday Sun. Girt with a Zone of flashing gold beneath His breast , and compass'd round about his brow With triple arch of everchanging bows , And circled with the glory of living light And alternation ...
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... eyes . I felt my soul grow mighty , and my Spirit With supernatural excitation bound Within me , and my mental eye grew large With such a vast circumference of thought , That in my vanity I seem'd to stand Upon the outward verge and ...
... eyes . I felt my soul grow mighty , and my Spirit With supernatural excitation bound Within me , and my mental eye grew large With such a vast circumference of thought , That in my vanity I seem'd to stand Upon the outward verge and ...
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... eye in vain Amid the wild unrest of swimming shade Dappled with hollow and alternate rise Of interpenetrated arc , would scan Definite round . I know not if I shape These things with accurate similitude From visible objects , for but ...
... eye in vain Amid the wild unrest of swimming shade Dappled with hollow and alternate rise Of interpenetrated arc , would scan Definite round . I know not if I shape These things with accurate similitude From visible objects , for but ...
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... high , if gold it were Or metal more etherial , and beneath Two doors of blinding brilliance , where no gaze Might rest , stood open , and the eye could scan , Through length of porch and valve and boundless hall , 10.
... high , if gold it were Or metal more etherial , and beneath Two doors of blinding brilliance , where no gaze Might rest , stood open , and the eye could scan , Through length of porch and valve and boundless hall , 10.
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