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Night and all her sickly dews , Her spectres wan , and birds of boding cry , o He gives to range the dreary sky ; Till down the eastern cliffs afaro Hyperion'so march they spy , and glittering shafts of 50 war . II .
Night and all her sickly dews , Her spectres wan , and birds of boding cry , o He gives to range the dreary sky ; Till down the eastern cliffs afaro Hyperion'so march they spy , and glittering shafts of 50 war . II .
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Such were the sounds that o'er the crested prideo Of the first Edward scattered wild dismay , As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy sideo He wound with toilsome march his long array . Stout Glo'stero stood aghast in speechless trance ...
Such were the sounds that o'er the crested prideo Of the first Edward scattered wild dismay , As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy sideo He wound with toilsome march his long array . Stout Glo'stero stood aghast in speechless trance ...
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The sun , accomplishing his early march , His lamp now planted on Heaven's topmost arch , 30 When , exercise and air my only aim , And heedless whither , to that field I came , Ere yet with ruthless joy the happy hound Told hill and ...
The sun , accomplishing his early march , His lamp now planted on Heaven's topmost arch , 30 When , exercise and air my only aim , And heedless whither , to that field I came , Ere yet with ruthless joy the happy hound Told hill and ...
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185 ON THE LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE ° [ To the March in “ Scipio ” ] WRITTEN WHEN THE NEWS ARRIVED Toll for the brave ! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave , Fast by their native shore ! 5 Eight hundred of the brave ...
185 ON THE LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE ° [ To the March in “ Scipio ” ] WRITTEN WHEN THE NEWS ARRIVED Toll for the brave ! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave , Fast by their native shore ! 5 Eight hundred of the brave ...
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He hates the field , in which no fife or drum Attends him ; drives his cattle to a march , And sighs for the smart comrades he has left . ' Twere well if his exterior change were all — But with his clumsy port the wretch has lost His ...
He hates the field , in which no fife or drum Attends him ; drives his cattle to a march , And sighs for the smart comrades he has left . ' Twere well if his exterior change were all — But with his clumsy port the wretch has lost His ...
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