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... lone streamlet That lovest Rivilin . Here , if a bard may christen thee , I'll call thee " Ribbledin ; " Here , where first murmuring from thine urn , Thy voice deep joy expresses ; And down the rock , like music , flows The wildness of ...
... lone streamlet That lovest Rivilin . Here , if a bard may christen thee , I'll call thee " Ribbledin ; " Here , where first murmuring from thine urn , Thy voice deep joy expresses ; And down the rock , like music , flows The wildness of ...
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... lone , - Lone as the corse within its shroud , Lone - as a solitary cloud , A single cloud on a sunny day , While all the rest of heaven is clear , A frown upon the atmosphere , That hath no business to appear When skies are blue , and ...
... lone , - Lone as the corse within its shroud , Lone - as a solitary cloud , A single cloud on a sunny day , While all the rest of heaven is clear , A frown upon the atmosphere , That hath no business to appear When skies are blue , and ...
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... lone star mid shadowy hosts en- How in one moment rent and disentwined , At fever's fiery touch apart they fall , Your glorious combinations ! -broken all , As the sand - pillars by the desert's wind Scatter'd to whirling dust ! -oh ...
... lone star mid shadowy hosts en- How in one moment rent and disentwined , At fever's fiery touch apart they fall , Your glorious combinations ! -broken all , As the sand - pillars by the desert's wind Scatter'd to whirling dust ! -oh ...
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