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... dark chasm , where even sound Seem'd dark , -so sullenly around The goblin echoes of the cave Mutter'd it o'er the long black wave , As ' twere some secret of the grave ! But soft - they pause - the current turns Beneath them from its ...
... dark chasm , where even sound Seem'd dark , -so sullenly around The goblin echoes of the cave Mutter'd it o'er the long black wave , As ' twere some secret of the grave ! But soft - they pause - the current turns Beneath them from its ...
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... dark with night , Her hand may sow the seeds of light- Thy grace can send its breathings o'er The spirit , dark and lost before , And , freshening all its depths , prepare For truth divine to enter there ! Till David touch'd his sacred ...
... dark with night , Her hand may sow the seeds of light- Thy grace can send its breathings o'er The spirit , dark and lost before , And , freshening all its depths , prepare For truth divine to enter there ! Till David touch'd his sacred ...
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... dark space which yawn'd around , Was a wide cavern , far and near Fill'd with dark waters , that went by Turbid and quick , as if . from high They late had dash'd down furiously ; Or , awfuller , had yet that doom Before them , in the ...
... dark space which yawn'd around , Was a wide cavern , far and near Fill'd with dark waters , that went by Turbid and quick , as if . from high They late had dash'd down furiously ; Or , awfuller , had yet that doom Before them , in the ...
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Anacreon ancient angels bard beam beautiful beneath Bermuda blest bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breath bright brow burning called Cashmere Catullus charm cheek Cicero dark dear death delight divine dream e'en earth Epicurus epigram eyes fair fancy feel fire flame flowers glory glow grace Haram hath heart heaven holy hope hour hung hyæna King kiss LALLA LALLA ROOKH light lips live look look'd Lord Lord Byron lov'd lover lute lyre maid Moore morning mountain Naptha ne'er never night nymph o'er once Persian Pindar Plato Plutarch poem poet pure Pythagoras rose round seem'd shade shed shine sigh sleep smile song soul sparkling spirit star sweet tears tell thee thine THOMAS MOORE thou thought throne turn'd Twas veil warm wave weep wild wings young youth