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...there present it!— Oh! to whom! LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I A»ISF. from dreams of thee In the lust sweet sleep of night. When the winds are breathing...arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet HOB led me — who knows how ? To thy chamber window, sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark,...

...complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must on thine, Beloved as thon art. Mr. O. Salaman (or CB TovmtendJ. I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep...When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are burning bright ; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how...

...add the following, by a modern Pocl, much in the vein of drew. LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. or SHELLEY. I arise from dreams of thee, In the first sweet sleep...When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are seining bright : I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how...

...home Leave thee naked to laughter. When leaves fall, and cold winds come. IV. LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep...who knows how ? To thy chamber window, sweet ! The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must upon thine, Beloved as thou art ! 0 lift...

...night. To hearts whieh near eaeh other move From evening elose to morning light, LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR, I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep...spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how ! To thy ehamber window, sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The ehampak...

...night. To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light, LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep...And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how I To thy chamber window, sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The...

...yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow ; Naught may endure but Mutability. LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep...from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led nie — who knows how ? — To thy chamber window, sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the dark,...

...first sweet sleep of night, When winds were breathing low, And the stars were shining bright. I rose from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led...— who knows how ? To thy chamber window, sweet. S. The moon is hid by clouds, Like sweet thoughts in a dream ; The wand'ring breezes sigh O'er the...

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