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... at eve , we formed our fairy ring ; And Fancy fluttered on her wildest wing . Giants and genii chained each wondering ear ; And orphan - sorrows drew the ready tear . Oft with the babes we wandered in the wood , 24 ROGERS ' POEMS .
... at eve , we formed our fairy ring ; And Fancy fluttered on her wildest wing . Giants and genii chained each wondering ear ; And orphan - sorrows drew the ready tear . Oft with the babes we wandered in the wood , 24 ROGERS ' POEMS .
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... wing , Laden with sweets , the choicest of the spring ! How oft inscribed , with Friendship's votive rhyme , The bark now silvered by the touch of Time ; Soared in the swing , half pleased and half afraid , Thro ' sister elms that waved ...
... wing , Laden with sweets , the choicest of the spring ! How oft inscribed , with Friendship's votive rhyme , The bark now silvered by the touch of Time ; Soared in the swing , half pleased and half afraid , Thro ' sister elms that waved ...
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... And lo , what busy tribes were instant on the wing ! Thus kindred objects kindred thoughts inspire , As summer - clouds flash forth electric fire . And hence this spot gives back the joys of youth 32 ROGERS ' POEMS .
... And lo , what busy tribes were instant on the wing ! Thus kindred objects kindred thoughts inspire , As summer - clouds flash forth electric fire . And hence this spot gives back the joys of youth 32 ROGERS ' POEMS .
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... wing restrain , And mould the coinage of the fevered brain ? Pass but that grate , which scarce a gleam supplies , There in the dust the wreck of Genius lies ! He , whose arresting hand divinely wrought Each bold conception in the ...
... wing restrain , And mould the coinage of the fevered brain ? Pass but that grate , which scarce a gleam supplies , There in the dust the wreck of Genius lies ! He , whose arresting hand divinely wrought Each bold conception in the ...
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... wing the heath - cock rose , And blew his shrill blast o'er perennial snows ; Ere the rapt youth , recoiling from the roar , Gazed on the tumbling tide of dread Lodore ; And thro ' the rifted cliffs , that scaled the 52 ROGERS ' POEMS .
... wing the heath - cock rose , And blew his shrill blast o'er perennial snows ; Ere the rapt youth , recoiling from the roar , Gazed on the tumbling tide of dread Lodore ; And thro ' the rifted cliffs , that scaled the 52 ROGERS ' POEMS .
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age to age ancient azure skies bids bless blest breathe bright called calm CANTO charm child Cicero clouds Columbus Cortes courser dark delight dream Euripides father fear fled flowers fond gaze glory glows grave grove hail hand hear heart heaven Hence Herodotus Herrera Hist holy hope and fear hour human voice hung Icarius inspire light lisp live look mighty Wind mind Muse night o'er once Pausanias Petrarch pleasure rapture resigned rise round sacred sail sate says scene secret seraph shade shadow shed shine shore sigh silent sire sleep smile song soon sorrow soul spirit spring steals stood sung sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought thro trace trembling triumphs truth Twas vale VESPASIAN VIRGIL's tomb virtue voice Voyage wake wandering wave weep whence wild wind wings young youth
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Page 121 - The soul of music slumbers in the shell, Till waked and kindled by the master's spell ; And feeling hearts — touch them but rightly — pour A thousand melodies unheard before...