The High Hill of the Muses |
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Strana 437
The dewy ground was dark and cold ; Behind , all gloomy to behold ; And stepping westward seemed to be A kind of heavenly destiny : I liked the greeting ; ' twas a sound Of something without place or bound And seemed to give me ...
The dewy ground was dark and cold ; Behind , all gloomy to behold ; And stepping westward seemed to be A kind of heavenly destiny : I liked the greeting ; ' twas a sound Of something without place or bound And seemed to give me ...
Strana 456
I was alone , And seemed to be a trouble to the peace That dwelt among them . Sometimes it befell In these night wanderings , that a strong desire O'erpowered my better reason , and the bird Which was the captive of another's toil ...
I was alone , And seemed to be a trouble to the peace That dwelt among them . Sometimes it befell In these night wanderings , that a strong desire O'erpowered my better reason , and the bird Which was the captive of another's toil ...
Strana 470
The shapes of the mist , slowly moving along , exquisitely beautiful ; passing over the sheep they almost seemed to have more of life than those quiet creatures . The unseen birds singing in the mist . April 2nd . — A very high wind .
The shapes of the mist , slowly moving along , exquisitely beautiful ; passing over the sheep they almost seemed to have more of life than those quiet creatures . The unseen birds singing in the mist . April 2nd . — A very high wind .
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