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... felt its witchery glide Through every sense . The perfume , breathing round , Like a pervading spirit ; -- the still sound Of falling waters , lulling as the song Of Indian bees at sunset , when they throng Around the fragrant NILICA ...
... felt its witchery glide Through every sense . The perfume , breathing round , Like a pervading spirit ; -- the still sound Of falling waters , lulling as the song Of Indian bees at sunset , when they throng Around the fragrant NILICA ...
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... felt , indignant felt , To think the glorious dreams should melt , Which oft , in boyhood's witching time , Have wrapt me to this wond'rous clime ! But , courage yet , my wavering heart ! Blame not the temple's meanest part , 2 Till you ...
... felt , indignant felt , To think the glorious dreams should melt , Which oft , in boyhood's witching time , Have wrapt me to this wond'rous clime ! But , courage yet , my wavering heart ! Blame not the temple's meanest part , 2 Till you ...
Side 381
... felt Far as the pure air spreads its living zone ; Wherever rage can rouse , or pity melt , That language of the soul is felt and known . From those meridian plains , Where oft , of old , on some high tower , The soft Peruvian pour'd ...
... felt Far as the pure air spreads its living zone ; Wherever rage can rouse , or pity melt , That language of the soul is felt and known . From those meridian plains , Where oft , of old , on some high tower , The soft Peruvian pour'd ...
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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