No sound is uttered, — but a deep And solemn harmony pervades The hollow vale from steep to steep, And penetrates the glades. Far-distant images draw nigh, Called forth by wondrous potency Of beamy radiance, that imbues Whate'er it strikes 'with gem-like... The British Review, and London Critical Journal - الصفحة 45 1820 عرض كامل -
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