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...breathe, from the lit sea beneath, Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded...broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars pee]) behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When...

...unintelligible. He was a true Chinaman, who, when his love-sick English master tried to elicit his ideas about " That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon," promptly replied, "My thinkee all same lamp pigeon." Their history, which savours more of the style...

...breathe, from the lit sea beneath, Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded...Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er iny fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which...

...may breathe from the lit sea beneath Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded...rest on mine airy nest As still as a brooding dove." In the following sonnet Wordsworth is, what he very rarely is, imaginative. " Methought I saw the footsteps...

...Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven ahove, With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest, As still as a brooding dove. That orhed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon. Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like...

...breathe, from the lit sea beneath, Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded...orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals eall the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleeee-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever...