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... dark ; With far - heard whisper , o'er the sea , Off shot the spectre - bark . 1 We listen'd and look'd sideways up ! Fear at my heart , as at a cup , My life - blood seem'd to sip ! The stars were dim , and thick the night , The ...
... dark ; With far - heard whisper , o'er the sea , Off shot the spectre - bark . 1 We listen'd and look'd sideways up ! Fear at my heart , as at a cup , My life - blood seem'd to sip ! The stars were dim , and thick the night , The ...
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... dark caverns of the hopeless mine , Never to see again the blessed morn- Slaves in the lovely land where they were born ; How many , at sad sun - set , with a tear , The distant roar of sullen cannons hear , Whilst evening seems , as ...
... dark caverns of the hopeless mine , Never to see again the blessed morn- Slaves in the lovely land where they were born ; How many , at sad sun - set , with a tear , The distant roar of sullen cannons hear , Whilst evening seems , as ...
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... dark woods echoed to the long acclaim , " Accursed be his nation and his name ! " Their appalling conference is inter- rupted . It ceas'd ; when , bursting from the thickest wood , With lifted axe , two gloomy warriors stood : Wan in ...
... dark woods echoed to the long acclaim , " Accursed be his nation and his name ! " Their appalling conference is inter- rupted . It ceas'd ; when , bursting from the thickest wood , With lifted axe , two gloomy warriors stood : Wan in ...
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... dark and floating substance he espied . He stood , and where the eddying surges beat , An Indian corse was roll'd beneath his feet : The hollow wave retir'd with sullen sound- The face of that sad corse was to the ground ; It seem'd a ...
... dark and floating substance he espied . He stood , and where the eddying surges beat , An Indian corse was roll'd beneath his feet : The hollow wave retir'd with sullen sound- The face of that sad corse was to the ground ; It seem'd a ...
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... dark and menacing , in the present exhibitions of society , this , at least , must be acknowledged that never was there a greater quantity of thought embarked on those specula- tions which , whether with Christian , or merely economical ...
... dark and menacing , in the present exhibitions of society , this , at least , must be acknowledged that never was there a greater quantity of thought embarked on those specula- tions which , whether with Christian , or merely economical ...
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Strona 179 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.