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... wings ; For ev'n an hour , a minute's flight Will rob the plumes of half their light . Like that celestial bird , -whose nest Is found beneath far Eastern skies , - Whose wings ; though radiant when at rest , Lose all their glory when ...
... wings ; For ev'n an hour , a minute's flight Will rob the plumes of half their light . Like that celestial bird , -whose nest Is found beneath far Eastern skies , - Whose wings ; though radiant when at rest , Lose all their glory when ...
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... wings all o'er ( For through each plume I felt the thrill ) Startled her , as she reach'd the shore Of that small lake - her mirror still- Above whose brink she stood , like snow When rosy with a sunset glow . Never shall I forget those ...
... wings all o'er ( For through each plume I felt the thrill ) Startled her , as she reach'd the shore Of that small lake - her mirror still- Above whose brink she stood , like snow When rosy with a sunset glow . Never shall I forget those ...
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... wings , the very pride Will change my nature , and this frame By the mere touch be deified ! " Thus spoke the maid , as one , not used To be by man or God refused— As one , who felt her influence o'er All creatures , whatsoe'er they ...
... wings , the very pride Will change my nature , and this frame By the mere touch be deified ! " Thus spoke the maid , as one , not used To be by man or God refused— As one , who felt her influence o'er All creatures , whatsoe'er they ...
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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