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... deep- Where through thick shades the lulling waters creep : And no vile noise the musing mind derides , But silence with calm solitude abides- Temple with joy retired , that he might keep A course of quiet days , and nightly sleep ...
... deep- Where through thick shades the lulling waters creep : And no vile noise the musing mind derides , But silence with calm solitude abides- Temple with joy retired , that he might keep A course of quiet days , and nightly sleep ...
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... deep , When its vast waters , lined with sun and shade , Wave beyond wave , in serried distance fade To the pale sky ; -or views it , dimly seen , The shifting screens of drifted mist between , As the huge cloud dilates its sable form ...
... deep , When its vast waters , lined with sun and shade , Wave beyond wave , in serried distance fade To the pale sky ; -or views it , dimly seen , The shifting screens of drifted mist between , As the huge cloud dilates its sable form ...
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... deep power of joy , We see into the life of things . If this Be but a vain belief , yet , oh ! how oft , In darkness , and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable , and the fever of the world Has ...
... deep power of joy , We see into the life of things . If this Be but a vain belief , yet , oh ! how oft , In darkness , and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable , and the fever of the world Has ...
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... deep almost as life ! O joy ! that in our embers Is something that doth live , That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction : not indeed For that which is most ...
... deep almost as life ! O joy ! that in our embers Is something that doth live , That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction : not indeed For that which is most ...
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... deep ravine , Where , in her holy chapel , dwells " Our Lady of the Snow . " The sky was blue , the air was mild ; Free were the streams and green the bowers ; As if , to rough assaults unknown , The genial spot had ever shown A ...
... deep ravine , Where , in her holy chapel , dwells " Our Lady of the Snow . " The sky was blue , the air was mild ; Free were the streams and green the bowers ; As if , to rough assaults unknown , The genial spot had ever shown A ...
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