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...voice a moment — then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill — But that is fancy, med in the wainscots. Sir A forcible contrast to this still scene is then given in a brief description of the same landscape...

...ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more. Ye stars, which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 't is to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies...

...ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more. Ye stars, which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 't is to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies...

...into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that Is fancy — for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away." A person who was of these parties has thus described to me one of their evenings : — " When the bisc...

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...whisper, on the bill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently, their tears of love instill, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse, Deep Into Nature's breast, the spirit of her hues. The sky is changed : and inch a change ! O night, [strong ! And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous...

...voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill ; But that is fancy ! — for the starlight dews All silently their tears of...Deep into nature's breast the spirit of her hues." The following sketch of a midsummer night's thunder storm in the same sublime region, is still more...