 And now they swell the sounds, in fullest choir ! And now they die away ! Yet die, so gently, on thine ear, That still the sounds thou seem'st to hear. Again the harp is still ; and now A smile is on the monarch's brow. '> Cheer'd, by that smile, advances,...  The Conflagration - الصفحة 102بواسطة George Manners - 1812 - عدد الصفحات: 18عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
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...And now they die away! Yet die, so gently, on thine ear, That still the sounds thou seem'st to heat. Again the harp is still; and now A smile is on the...train retire. And now, along the silver strings, His magic hand he lightly flings, In measure, gently wild. And now he lifts his anxious gaze; 'Tis not... | |
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...And now they die away! Yet die, so gently, on thine ear, That still the sounds thou seem'st to hear. Again the harp is still; and now A smile is on the...advances, to the lyre, The West, alone, the zephyr train rei ire. And now, along the silver strings, His magic hand he lightly flings, In measure, gently wild.... | |
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...to the lyre, The West, alone, the zephyr train retire. And now, along the silver strings, His magic hand he lightly flings, In measure, gently wild. And now he lifts his anxious gaze; ' I i -. not to seek the monarch's praise; But much the timid West did fear, He might displease the... | |
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...And now they die away ! Yet die, so gently, on thine ear, That still the sounds thou seem'st to hear. Again the harp is still ; and now A smile is on the...measure, gently wild. And now he lifts his anxious gaze j . 'Tis not to seek the monarch's praise ; But much the timid West did fear, He might displease the... | |
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...And now they die away ! Yet die so gently on thine ear, That still the sounds thou seem'st to hear. Again the harp is still ; and now A smile is on the...the lyre The West alone, the zephyr train retire. Along the silver strings, His hand he lightly Sings, In measure gently wild. Instant he lifts his anxious... | |
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