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... hears our restful voices ; List how he sings in an undertone , Chiming with our melody ; And all sweet sounds of earth ... hear Only the sliding of the wave Beneath the plank , and feel so near A cold and lonely grave , A restless grave ...
... hears our restful voices ; List how he sings in an undertone , Chiming with our melody ; And all sweet sounds of earth ... hear Only the sliding of the wave Beneath the plank , and feel so near A cold and lonely grave , A restless grave ...
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... hear The slender clarion of the unseen midge ; Out of the stillness , with a gathering creep , Like rising wind in leaves , which now decreases , Now lulls , now swells , and all the while increases , The huddling trample of a drove of ...
... hear The slender clarion of the unseen midge ; Out of the stillness , with a gathering creep , Like rising wind in leaves , which now decreases , Now lulls , now swells , and all the while increases , The huddling trample of a drove of ...
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... hear the quick heart of the tempest beat . LA . 1 1 10 1 K. 1 1 : The upturned leaves first whiten and flutter , Then droop to a fitful rest ; Up from the stream with sluggish flap Struggles the gull and floats away ; Nearer and nearer ...
... hear the quick heart of the tempest beat . LA . 1 1 10 1 K. 1 1 : The upturned leaves first whiten and flutter , Then droop to a fitful rest ; Up from the stream with sluggish flap Struggles the gull and floats away ; Nearer and nearer ...
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... hear In the dim void , like to the awful hum- ming Of the great wings of some new - light- ed sphere ! O , prophesy no more , but be the Poet ! This longing was but granted unto thee That , when all beauty thou couldst feel and know it ...
... hear In the dim void , like to the awful hum- ming Of the great wings of some new - light- ed sphere ! O , prophesy no more , but be the Poet ! This longing was but granted unto thee That , when all beauty thou couldst feel and know it ...
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... hears a woman's voice within , Singing sweet words her childhood knew , And years of misery and sin Furl off , and leave her heaven blue . Her freezing heart , like one who sinks Outwearied in the drifting snow , Drowses to deadly sleep ...
... hears a woman's voice within , Singing sweet words her childhood knew , And years of misery and sin Furl off , and leave her heaven blue . Her freezing heart , like one who sinks Outwearied in the drifting snow , Drowses to deadly sleep ...
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