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... spirit scorn'd the blow That laid his high ambition low ; But , ah ! his looks assumed in vain A cold ineffable disdain , While deep he cherish'd in his breast The scorpion that consumed his rest . Yet other secret griefs had he , O ...
... spirit scorn'd the blow That laid his high ambition low ; But , ah ! his looks assumed in vain A cold ineffable disdain , While deep he cherish'd in his breast The scorpion that consumed his rest . Yet other secret griefs had he , O ...
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... spirit of my dream . The wanderer was return'd . I saw him stand Before an altar , with a gentle bride : Her face was fair , but was not that which made The starlight of his boyhood ! as he stood Even at the altar , o'er his brow there ...
... spirit of my dream . The wanderer was return'd . I saw him stand Before an altar , with a gentle bride : Her face was fair , but was not that which made The starlight of his boyhood ! as he stood Even at the altar , o'er his brow there ...
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... spirit asks the grave For all the home it longs to have ! It shall be so it shall be so ! Go bravely trusting - trusting on ; Bear up a few short years - and , lo ! The grave and home are one ! - And then , the bright ones gone before ...
... spirit asks the grave For all the home it longs to have ! It shall be so it shall be so ! Go bravely trusting - trusting on ; Bear up a few short years - and , lo ! The grave and home are one ! - And then , the bright ones gone before ...
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