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...happier air, Wandering with the great Mother's train divine (And purer or more subtle soul than thee, I trow, the mighty Mother doth not see !) Within a folding of the Apennine, 180 Thou hearest the immortal strains of old. Putting his sickle to the perilous grain, In...

...writing of the death of his dear friend, the poet, Arthur Hugh Clough, who died in Italy,2 he says : And now in happier air, Wandering with the great Mother's train divine . . . Within a folding of the Apennine, Thou hearest the immortal chants of old ! Putting his sickle...

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...earth-forgetting eyelids keep The morningless and unawakening sleep Under the flowery oleanders pale), Hear it, O Thyrsis, still our tree is there! — Ah, vain ! These...train divine (And purer or more subtle soul than thee, I trow the mighty Mother doth not see) Within a folding of the Apennine, — Thou hearest the immortal...

...happier air, Wandering with the great Mother's train divine (And purer or more subtle soul than thee, I trow the mighty Mother doth not see) Within a folding of the Apennine, — • Thou hearest the immortal chants of old! Putting his sickle to the perilous grain...

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