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Thus bending o'er the vessel's laving side , To gaze on Dian's wave - reflected
sphere , The soul forgets her schemes of hope and pride , And flies unconscious
o'er each backward year . None are so desolate but something dear , Dearer ...
Thus bending o'er the vessel's laving side , To gaze on Dian's wave - reflected
sphere , The soul forgets her schemes of hope and pride , And flies unconscious
o'er each backward year . None are so desolate but something dear , Dearer ...
Side 60
Fair Florence found , in sooth with some amaze , One who , ' twas said , still sigh'
d to all he saw , Withstand , unmoved , the lustre of her gaze , Which others hail'd
with real or mimic awe , Their hope , their doom , their punishment , their law ...
Fair Florence found , in sooth with some amaze , One who , ' twas said , still sigh'
d to all he saw , Withstand , unmoved , the lustre of her gaze , Which others hail'd
with real or mimic awe , Their hope , their doom , their punishment , their law ...
Side 61
If , kindly cruel , early Hope is crost , Still to the last it rankles , a disease , Not to
be cured when Love itself forgets to please . XXXVI . Away ! nor let me loiter in my
song , For we have many a mountain - path to tread , And many a varied shore to
...
If , kindly cruel , early Hope is crost , Still to the last it rankles , a disease , Not to
be cured when Love itself forgets to please . XXXVI . Away ! nor let me loiter in my
song , For we have many a mountain - path to tread , And many a varied shore to
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