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... feel " 295 296 Woman . Ballad Stanzas . Το From the High - Priest of Apollo to a Virgin of Delphi ' ' Away , away - you're all the same " " I knew by the smoke ' " Come take the harp " A Vision of Philosophy " " 297 299 299 300 300 • To ...
... feel " 295 296 Woman . Ballad Stanzas . Το From the High - Priest of Apollo to a Virgin of Delphi ' ' Away , away - you're all the same " " I knew by the smoke ' " Come take the harp " A Vision of Philosophy " " 297 299 299 300 300 • To ...
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... feel , I feel " LI . " Fly not thus my brow of snow LII . Away , away , you men of rules " LIII . " When I behold the festive train LIV . " Methinks the pictured bull we see LV . " While we invoke the wreathed spring " LVI . " He who ...
... feel , I feel " LI . " Fly not thus my brow of snow LII . Away , away , you men of rules " LIII . " When I behold the festive train LIV . " Methinks the pictured bull we see LV . " While we invoke the wreathed spring " LVI . " He who ...
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... feel his spirit rise Kindling within him ? who , with heart and eyes , Could walk where liberty had been , nor see The shining foot - prints of her Deity , Nor feel those godlike breathings in the air * The burning fountains of Brahma ...
... feel his spirit rise Kindling within him ? who , with heart and eyes , Could walk where liberty had been , nor see The shining foot - prints of her Deity , Nor feel those godlike breathings in the air * The burning fountains of Brahma ...
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... feel , Nor which to sigh for , in their trance of heart , The heaven thou preachest or the heaven thou art ! What should I be without thee ? without thee How dull were power , how joyless victory ! Though borne by angels , if that smile ...
... feel , Nor which to sigh for , in their trance of heart , The heaven thou preachest or the heaven thou art ! What should I be without thee ? without thee How dull were power , how joyless victory ! Though borne by angels , if that smile ...
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... feel their magic ; -I rejoice To see those fires , no matter whence they rise , Once more illuming my fair Priestess ' eyes ; And should the youth whom soon those eyes shall warm Indeed resemble thy dead lover's form , So much the ...
... feel their magic ; -I rejoice To see those fires , no matter whence they rise , Once more illuming my fair Priestess ' eyes ; And should the youth whom soon those eyes shall warm Indeed resemble thy dead lover's form , So much the ...
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Страница 335 - RICH and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore ; But oh ! her beauty was far beyond Her sparkling gems, or snow-white wand. " Lady ! dost thou not fear to stray " So lone and lovely through this bleak way ? " Are Erin's sons so good or so cold, " As not to be tempted by woman or gold...
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