The Poets and Poetry of AmericaParry and McMillan, 1855 - 622 psl. |
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... wings . Our mountains ring with all their savage host- Thrice welcome , lovely nymphs , to India's coast ! Not more Parnassian rocks Phoebus admire , Nor Thracian mountains ORPHEUS ' tuneful lyre ; Not more sad lovers court the darkling ...
... wings . Our mountains ring with all their savage host- Thrice welcome , lovely nymphs , to India's coast ! Not more Parnassian rocks Phoebus admire , Nor Thracian mountains ORPHEUS ' tuneful lyre ; Not more sad lovers court the darkling ...
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... wing ; And give the astonish'd soul to rove , Where never sunbeam stretch'd its wide domain ; And hail her kindred forms ... wings the keen , satiric dart , And hails the triumph of revenge . Teach me , like thee , to feel and know Our ...
... wing ; And give the astonish'd soul to rove , Where never sunbeam stretch'd its wide domain ; And hail her kindred forms ... wings the keen , satiric dart , And hails the triumph of revenge . Teach me , like thee , to feel and know Our ...
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... wings upflew or settled round the tomb . Then o'er the circus danced the maddening throng As erst the Thyas roam'd dread Nysa round , And struck to forest notes the ecstatic song , While slow beneath them heaved the wavy ground . With a ...
... wings upflew or settled round the tomb . Then o'er the circus danced the maddening throng As erst the Thyas roam'd dread Nysa round , And struck to forest notes the ecstatic song , While slow beneath them heaved the wavy ground . With a ...
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... wings her flight to thousand isles ; Culture walks forth , gay laugh the loaded fields , And jocund Labour plays his harmless wiles ; Glad Science brightens , Art her mansion builds , And Peace uplifts her wand , and HEAVEN his bless ...
... wings her flight to thousand isles ; Culture walks forth , gay laugh the loaded fields , And jocund Labour plays his harmless wiles ; Glad Science brightens , Art her mansion builds , And Peace uplifts her wand , and HEAVEN his bless ...
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... wing , Through trackless seas an unknown flight explores , And hails a new Canaan's promised shores . On yon far ... wings ; With new - born green reviving nature blooms , And sweeter fragrance freshening air perfumes . Far south the ...
... wing , Through trackless seas an unknown flight explores , And hails a new Canaan's promised shores . On yon far ... wings ; With new - born green reviving nature blooms , And sweeter fragrance freshening air perfumes . Far south the ...
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