The harp of the wilderness; or, Flowers of modern fugitive poetry |
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Idol divine ! whom Nature hath borne O ' er a hundred hill - tops since the mists of
the morn , Whom the pilgrim lone wandering on mountain and moor , As the
vision glides by him , may blameless adore ; For the joy of the happy , the
strength ...
Idol divine ! whom Nature hath borne O ' er a hundred hill - tops since the mists of
the morn , Whom the pilgrim lone wandering on mountain and moor , As the
vision glides by him , may blameless adore ; For the joy of the happy , the
strength ...
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Aloft on the weather - gleam , scorning the earth , The wild spirit hung in
majestical mirth : In dalliance with danger , he bounded in bliss , O ' er the
fathomless gloom of each moaning abyss ; O ' er the grim rocks careering with
prosperous ...
Aloft on the weather - gleam , scorning the earth , The wild spirit hung in
majestical mirth : In dalliance with danger , he bounded in bliss , O ' er the
fathomless gloom of each moaning abyss ; O ' er the grim rocks careering with
prosperous ...
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Till all in a moment the tumult is o ' er , And the mountain of thunder is still as the
shore When the sea is at ebb ; not a leaf nor a breath To disturb the wild solitude ,
steadfast as death . From his eyrie the eagle hath soar ' d with a scream , And I ...
Till all in a moment the tumult is o ' er , And the mountain of thunder is still as the
shore When the sea is at ebb ; not a leaf nor a breath To disturb the wild solitude ,
steadfast as death . From his eyrie the eagle hath soar ' d with a scream , And I ...
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Tis his o ' er the mountains to stalk like a ghost , Enshrouded with mist , in which
nature is lost , Till he lifts up his eyes , and flood , valley , and height , In one
moment all swim in an ocean of light ; While the sun , like a glorious banner
unfurl ' d ...
Tis his o ' er the mountains to stalk like a ghost , Enshrouded with mist , in which
nature is lost , Till he lifts up his eyes , and flood , valley , and height , In one
moment all swim in an ocean of light ; While the sun , like a glorious banner
unfurl ' d ...
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And onward they came like the sea o ' er the sand ; Like the snow from the
mountain when loosen ' d by rain , And rolling along with a crash to the plain ;
Like a thunder - split oak - tree , that falls in one shock , With his hundred wide
arms from ...
And onward they came like the sea o ' er the sand ; Like the snow from the
mountain when loosen ' d by rain , And rolling along with a crash to the plain ;
Like a thunder - split oak - tree , that falls in one shock , With his hundred wide
arms from ...
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