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Side 153
... NIGHT.1 AT night , when all is still around , How sweet to hear the distant sound Of footstep , coming soft and light ! What pleasure in the anxious beat , With which the bosom flies to meet That foot that comes , so soft at night ! And ...
... NIGHT.1 AT night , when all is still around , How sweet to hear the distant sound Of footstep , coming soft and light ! What pleasure in the anxious beat , With which the bosom flies to meet That foot that comes , so soft at night ! And ...
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... night ! TO ROSA . LIKE him who trusts to summer skies , And puts his little bark to sea , Is he who , lured by smiling eyes , Consigns his simple heart to thee : For fickle is the summer wind , And sadly may the bark be toss'd ; For ...
... night ! TO ROSA . LIKE him who trusts to summer skies , And puts his little bark to sea , Is he who , lured by smiling eyes , Consigns his simple heart to thee : For fickle is the summer wind , And sadly may the bark be toss'd ; For ...
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... night , just like the night before , In terrors pass'd away , Nor did the demon vanish thence Before the dawn of day . Says Rupert then , " My Isabel , Dear partner of my woe , To Father Austin's holy cave This instant will I go . " Now ...
... night , just like the night before , In terrors pass'd away , Nor did the demon vanish thence Before the dawn of day . Says Rupert then , " My Isabel , Dear partner of my woe , To Father Austin's holy cave This instant will I go . " Now ...
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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