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Tis night , when Meditation bids us feel We once have loved , though love is at an
end : The heart , lone mourner of its baffled zeal , Though friendless now , will
dream it had a friend . Who with the weight of years would wish to bend , When ...
Tis night , when Meditation bids us feel We once have loved , though love is at an
end : The heart , lone mourner of its baffled zeal , Though friendless now , will
dream it had a friend . Who with the weight of years would wish to bend , When ...
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It chanced that adverse winds once drove his bark Full on the coast of Suli's
shaggy shore, When all around was desolate and dark; To land was perilous, to
sojourn more; Yet for awhile the mariners forbore, Dubious to trust where
treachery ...
It chanced that adverse winds once drove his bark Full on the coast of Suli's
shaggy shore, When all around was desolate and dark; To land was perilous, to
sojourn more; Yet for awhile the mariners forbore, Dubious to trust where
treachery ...
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And whose more rife with merriment than thine , O Stamboul ! once the empress
of their reign ? Though turbans now pollute Sophia's shrine , And Greece her
very altars eyes in vain : ( Alas ! her woes will still pervade my strain ! ) Gay were
her ...
And whose more rife with merriment than thine , O Stamboul ! once the empress
of their reign ? Though turbans now pollute Sophia's shrine , And Greece her
very altars eyes in vain : ( Alas ! her woes will still pervade my strain ! ) Gay were
her ...
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