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... Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn . a ( 1807 ) Composed Upon Westminster Bridge SEPTEMBER 3 , 1802 а Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty ...
... Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn . a ( 1807 ) Composed Upon Westminster Bridge SEPTEMBER 3 , 1802 а Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty ...
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... the city , and the wilderness ; And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise , And flowering weeds and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness , Pass , till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to ...
... the city , and the wilderness ; And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise , And flowering weeds and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness , Pass , till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to ...
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Full of this whim was thoughtful Madeline : The music , yearning like a god in pain , She scarcely heard : her maiden eyes divine , Fix'd on the floor , saw many a sweeping train Pass by - she heeded not at all : in vain Came many a ...
Full of this whim was thoughtful Madeline : The music , yearning like a god in pain , She scarcely heard : her maiden eyes divine , Fix'd on the floor , saw many a sweeping train Pass by - she heeded not at all : in vain Came many a ...
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PART | 3 |
Sir Patrick Spens | 40 |
The Bitter Withy | 46 |
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