Mirror Library, Issues 1-31George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis 1843 |
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... breast , And seems his huge gray form to throw In a silver cone on the wave below ; His sides are broken by spots of shade , By the walnut bough and the cedar made , And through their clustering branches dark Glimmers and dies the fire ...
... breast , And seems his huge gray form to throw In a silver cone on the wave below ; His sides are broken by spots of shade , By the walnut bough and the cedar made , And through their clustering branches dark Glimmers and dies the fire ...
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... breast , While at each pause the streamlet purled along , And rival woodlands echoed song for song ; Recall the maiden's look ; -the eye , the cheek , The blush that spoke what language could not speak ; Recall her look , when at the ...
... breast , While at each pause the streamlet purled along , And rival woodlands echoed song for song ; Recall the maiden's look ; -the eye , the cheek , The blush that spoke what language could not speak ; Recall her look , when at the ...
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... breast to breast it glows , From sire to son by sure succession flows , Spreads its unceasing flight from clime to clime , Outstripping death upon the wings of time . " Soul of the lyre ! whose magic power can raise Inspiring visions of ...
... breast to breast it glows , From sire to son by sure succession flows , Spreads its unceasing flight from clime to clime , Outstripping death upon the wings of time . " Soul of the lyre ! whose magic power can raise Inspiring visions of ...
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