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...crown, And bends his lofty counsels down To despicable worms. TO THE EVENING WIND. — Bryant. SPIRIT that breathest through my lattice, thou That cool'st the twilight of the sultry lay, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now, Roughening their crests, and scattering high their...

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...praise bestowed on Bryant's choice of expressions : — TO THE EVENING-WIND. ' Spirit that breathcst through my lattice, thou That cool'st the twilight...welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea. Nor I alone — a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fulness of delight ; And languid forms...

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