Epistles, Odes, and Other PoemsJames Carpenter, 1806 - 341 páginas |
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... bosom had known , Was pity for those who were wiser than I ! I felt how the pure intellectual fire In luxury loses its heavenly ray ; How soon , in the lavishing cup of Desire , The pearl of the soul may be melted away ! And I prayed of ...
... bosom had known , Was pity for those who were wiser than I ! I felt how the pure intellectual fire In luxury loses its heavenly ray ; How soon , in the lavishing cup of Desire , The pearl of the soul may be melted away ! And I prayed of ...
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... bosom slumbering . Perhaps , indifference has not chill'd it , Haply , it yet a throb may give Yet , no - perhaps a doubt has kill'd it ! Oh , CARA ! does the infant live ? TO CARA , On the Dawning of a New Year's 20.
... bosom slumbering . Perhaps , indifference has not chill'd it , Haply , it yet a throb may give Yet , no - perhaps a doubt has kill'd it ! Oh , CARA ! does the infant live ? TO CARA , On the Dawning of a New Year's 20.
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... that warbling sea - maids breath'd ; This magic shell From the white bosom of a syren fell , As once she wander'd by the tide that layes Sicilia's sands of gold . It bears Upon its shining side the mystic notes Of 35 The Genius of Harmony.
... that warbling sea - maids breath'd ; This magic shell From the white bosom of a syren fell , As once she wander'd by the tide that layes Sicilia's sands of gold . It bears Upon its shining side the mystic notes Of 35 The Genius of Harmony.
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... . Descartes thought that our earth might for- merly have been a sun , which became obscured by a thick in . * crustation over its surface . This probably suggested the idea of a central fire . O'er the cold bosom of the ocean wept , * 38.
... . Descartes thought that our earth might for- merly have been a sun , which became obscured by a thick in . * crustation over its surface . This probably suggested the idea of a central fire . O'er the cold bosom of the ocean wept , * 38.
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Thomas Moore. O'er the cold bosom of the ocean wept , * Since thy aërial spell Hath in the waters slept ! Mortal ! I fly , With the bright treasure to my choral sky , Where she , who wak'd its early swell , The syren , with a foot of ...
Thomas Moore. O'er the cold bosom of the ocean wept , * Since thy aërial spell Hath in the waters slept ! Mortal ! I fly , With the bright treasure to my choral sky , Where she , who wak'd its early swell , The syren , with a foot of ...
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