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... Of what her faithless fortune promised once , In various game and revelry , to
pass Thrill'd in her thought , they , like the dewy The summer night , as village
stories tell . star But far about they wander from the grave Of evening , shone in
tears ...
... Of what her faithless fortune promised once , In various game and revelry , to
pass Thrill'd in her thought , they , like the dewy The summer night , as village
stories tell . star But far about they wander from the grave Of evening , shone in
tears ...
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From the supporting myrtles round They snatch'd her instruments of sound ; For
when thy folding - star arising shows And , as they oft had heard apart His paly
circlet , at his warning lamp Sweet lessons of her forceful art , The fragrant Hours
...
From the supporting myrtles round They snatch'd her instruments of sound ; For
when thy folding - star arising shows And , as they oft had heard apart His paly
circlet , at his warning lamp Sweet lessons of her forceful art , The fragrant Hours
...
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Ah luckless he , and born beneath the beam Of evil star ! it irks me whilst I write :
As erst the bard by Mulla's silver stream , Oft , as he told of deadly dolorous plight
, Sigh'd as he sung , and did in tears indite . For brandishing the rod , she doth ...
Ah luckless he , and born beneath the beam Of evil star ! it irks me whilst I write :
As erst the bard by Mulla's silver stream , Oft , as he told of deadly dolorous plight
, Sigh'd as he sung , and did in tears indite . For brandishing the rod , she doth ...
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The evening star sat in his eye , The sun his golden tresses gave , The north's
pure morn her orient dye , To him who rests in yonder grave ! Beneath no high ,
historic stone , Though nobly born , is Owen laid ; Stretch'd on the greenwood's
lap ...
The evening star sat in his eye , The sun his golden tresses gave , The north's
pure morn her orient dye , To him who rests in yonder grave ! Beneath no high ,
historic stone , Though nobly born , is Owen laid ; Stretch'd on the greenwood's
lap ...
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As the soft star of orient day , When clouds involve his rosy light , Darts through
the gloom a transient ray , And leaves the world once more to night ; Returning
life illumes her eye , And slow its languid orb unfolds ,What are those bloody
arrows ...
As the soft star of orient day , When clouds involve his rosy light , Darts through
the gloom a transient ray , And leaves the world once more to night ; Returning
life illumes her eye , And slow its languid orb unfolds ,What are those bloody
arrows ...
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