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SONNET ON CHILLON ETERNAL Spirit of the chainless Mind ! Brightest in dungeons , Liberty ! thou art , For there thy habitation is the heartThe heart which love of thee alone can bind ; And when thy sons to fetters are consign'dTo ...
SONNET ON CHILLON ETERNAL Spirit of the chainless Mind ! Brightest in dungeons , Liberty ! thou art , For there thy habitation is the heartThe heart which love of thee alone can bind ; And when thy sons to fetters are consign'dTo ...
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Thou young Dawn , Turn all thy dew to splendour , for from thee The spirit thou lamentest is not gone ; Ye caverns and ye forests , cease to moan ! Cease , ye faint flowers and fountains , and thou Air , Which like a mourning veil thy ...
Thou young Dawn , Turn all thy dew to splendour , for from thee The spirit thou lamentest is not gone ; Ye caverns and ye forests , cease to moan ! Cease , ye faint flowers and fountains , and thou Air , Which like a mourning veil thy ...
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Be thou , Spirit fierce , My spirit ! Be thou me , impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth ! And , by the incantation of this verse , Scatter , as from an unextinguished ...
Be thou , Spirit fierce , My spirit ! Be thou me , impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth ! And , by the incantation of this verse , Scatter , as from an unextinguished ...
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