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... never could thy tears Equal thy desolation and thy shame ! Fallen ! -ruined ! -lost ! who writes or speaks of thee , But , calling unto mind thine ancient fame , Exclaims , " Once she was mighty ! Is this she ? " Where is thy vaunted ...
... never could thy tears Equal thy desolation and thy shame ! Fallen ! -ruined ! -lost ! who writes or speaks of thee , But , calling unto mind thine ancient fame , Exclaims , " Once she was mighty ! Is this she ? " Where is thy vaunted ...
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... . O holy church of proud Milan , A simpler tomb enshrines for me The one I loved , who never stood As now I stand to gaze on thee . Yet all I see perchance she sees , And chides 38 THROUGH ITALY WITH THE POETS Henry G Bell.
... . O holy church of proud Milan , A simpler tomb enshrines for me The one I loved , who never stood As now I stand to gaze on thee . Yet all I see perchance she sees , And chides 38 THROUGH ITALY WITH THE POETS Henry G Bell.
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... never fanned By the black wind that chills the polar flood . My blood is all meridian ; were it not , I had not left my clime , nor should I be , In spite of tortures ne'er to be forgot , A slave again of love , —at least of thee ...
... never fanned By the black wind that chills the polar flood . My blood is all meridian ; were it not , I had not left my clime , nor should I be , In spite of tortures ne'er to be forgot , A slave again of love , —at least of thee ...
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... never climbed , nor life's soft breath , with pain , Was yielded to the elements again . Ages of war have filled these plains with fear : How oft the hind has started at the clash Of spears , and yell of meeting armies here , Or seen ...
... never climbed , nor life's soft breath , with pain , Was yielded to the elements again . Ages of war have filled these plains with fear : How oft the hind has started at the clash Of spears , and yell of meeting armies here , Or seen ...
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... never scarred By any but the North - wind's hurrying keels . And not the pines alone ; all sights and sounds To my world - seeking heart and fealty And catered for it as the Cretan bees Brought honey to the baby Jupiter , Who in his ...
... never scarred By any but the North - wind's hurrying keels . And not the pines alone ; all sights and sounds To my world - seeking heart and fealty And catered for it as the Cretan bees Brought honey to the baby Jupiter , Who in his ...
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