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... 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 steersman's face by his lamp gleam'd ...
... 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 steersman's face by his lamp gleam'd ...
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... o'er her right arm fell again , And folded her arms across her chest , And couched her head upon her breast . This is only one little example of the antique stateliness that breathes over the whole of their demeanour . But if these ...
... o'er her right arm fell again , And folded her arms across her chest , And couched her head upon her breast . This is only one little example of the antique stateliness that breathes over the whole of their demeanour . But if these ...
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... o'er again that happy hour , When midway on the mount I lay , Beside the ruin'd tower . The Moonshine , stealing o'er the scene , Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there , my hope , my joy , My own dear Genevieve ! She ...
... o'er again that happy hour , When midway on the mount I lay , Beside the ruin'd tower . The Moonshine , stealing o'er the scene , Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there , my hope , my joy , My own dear Genevieve ! She ...
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... o'er the flow'rs , The woodpecker is heard with busy bill , The mock - bird sings - and all beside is still . And look ! the cataract that bursts so high , As not to mar the deep tranquillity , The tumult of its dashing fall suspends ...
... o'er the flow'rs , The woodpecker is heard with busy bill , The mock - bird sings - and all beside is still . And look ! the cataract that bursts so high , As not to mar the deep tranquillity , The tumult of its dashing fall suspends ...
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... o'er me where I lie ; But thou , O mild and gentle spirit , stand , Angel of hope and peace , at my right hand , ( When blood - drops stagnate on my brow ) and guide My pathless voyage o'er the unknown tide , To scenes of endless joy ...
... o'er me where I lie ; But thou , O mild and gentle spirit , stand , Angel of hope and peace , at my right hand , ( When blood - drops stagnate on my brow ) and guide My pathless voyage o'er the unknown tide , To scenes of endless joy ...
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