Timbuctoo: A Poem, which Obtained the Chancellor's Medal at the Cambridge Commencement, M.DCCC.XXIX.J. Smith, 1829 - 13 |
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... rais'd My voice and cried , " Wide Afric , doth thy Sun Lighten , thy hills enfold a City as fair As those which starr'd the night o ' the elder World ? Or is the rumour of thy Timbuctoo A dream as frail as those of ancient Time ? " A ...
... rais'd My voice and cried , " Wide Afric , doth thy Sun Lighten , thy hills enfold a City as fair As those which starr'd the night o ' the elder World ? Or is the rumour of thy Timbuctoo A dream as frail as those of ancient Time ? " A ...
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... rais'd me up : Then with a mournful and ineffable smile , Which but to look on for a moment fill'd My eyes with irresistible sweet tears , In accents of majestic melody , Like a swoln river's gushings in still night Mingled with ...
... rais'd me up : Then with a mournful and ineffable smile , Which but to look on for a moment fill'd My eyes with irresistible sweet tears , In accents of majestic melody , Like a swoln river's gushings in still night Mingled with ...
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... rais'd thee nigher to the spheres of Heaven Man's first , last home : and thou with ravish'd sense Listenest the lordly music flowing from Th ' illimitable years . I am the Spirit , The permeating life which courseth through All th ...
... rais'd thee nigher to the spheres of Heaven Man's first , last home : and thou with ravish'd sense Listenest the lordly music flowing from Th ' illimitable years . I am the Spirit , The permeating life which courseth through All th ...
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... rais'd in you , Ipswich , and Oxford ! one of which fell with him , Unwilling to outlive the good that did it ; The other , though unfinish'd , yet so famous , So excellent in art , and still so rising , That Christendom shall ever ...
... rais'd in you , Ipswich , and Oxford ! one of which fell with him , Unwilling to outlive the good that did it ; The other , though unfinish'd , yet so famous , So excellent in art , and still so rising , That Christendom shall ever ...
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