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The way is long , he can not fly , His soiled wing has lost its power , And he winds adown the mountain high ... And thy wings are died with a deadly stainThou hast sullied thine elfin purity In the glance of a mortal maiden's eye ...
The way is long , he can not fly , His soiled wing has lost its power , And he winds adown the mountain high ... And thy wings are died with a deadly stainThou hast sullied thine elfin purity In the glance of a mortal maiden's eye ...
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His wings are wet around his breast , The plume hangs dripping from his crest , His eyes are blurred with the lightning's glare , And his ears are stunned with the thunder's blare , But he gave a shout , and his blade he drew ...
His wings are wet around his breast , The plume hangs dripping from his crest , His eyes are blurred with the lightning's glare , And his ears are stunned with the thunder's blare , But he gave a shout , and his blade he drew ...
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Why not spread thy wings and fly Straight to yonder world of joy ? See that glory , how resplendent ! Brighter far than fancy paints , There , in majesty transcendent , Jesus reigns , the King of saints . Spread thy wings , my soul ...
Why not spread thy wings and fly Straight to yonder world of joy ? See that glory , how resplendent ! Brighter far than fancy paints , There , in majesty transcendent , Jesus reigns , the King of saints . Spread thy wings , my soul ...
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Bibliographic information
| Title | Mirror Library, Issues 1-31 |
| Editors | George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis |
| Published | 1843 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 2 Mar 2007 |
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