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...libation Drew the ghosts from every part, So your Cyprian wine, dear Grecian, Stirs the Hades of my heart. And I think of those long mornings Which my thought...girlish voice was reading, Somewhat low for ai's and oi'j! Then what golden hours were for us! While we sat together there, How the white vests of the Chorus...

...passes, by a very happy turn of sentiment, to the studies of which the fragrant draught is the symbol. whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for...And the silken sad unceitain rustling of each purple flow'd the rhythmic Greek. Past the pane, the mountain spreading, Swept the sheep-bell's tinkling noise,...

...Drew the ghosts from every part. So your Cyprian wine, dear Gruician, Stirs the Uades of my heart. And I think of those long mornings Which my thought...to seek. When, betwixt the folio's turnings, Solemn Howed the rhythmic Greek. Past the pane, the mountain spreading, Swept the sheep-bells' tinkling noise,...

...passes, by a very happy turn of sentiment, to the studies of which the fragrant draught is the symbol. And I think of those long mornings Which my Thought...to seek, When, betwixt the folio's turnings, Solemn flow'd the rhythmic Greek. Past the pane, the mountain spreading, Swept the sheep-bell's tinkling noise,...

...after years, they might well have adopted the words of the glorious poet, Elizabeth Barrett: — " And I think of those long mornings, Which my thought...folio's turnings Solemn flowed the rhythmic Greek. Then what golden hours were for us; While we sat together there, How the white vests of the chorus...

...libation Drew the ghosts from every part, So your Cyprian wine, dear Grecian, Stirs the Hades of my heart. And I think of those long mornings, Which my Thought...girlish voice was reading,— Somewhat low for ai's and o£'s. Then what golden hours were for us !— While we sate together there, How the cothurns trod...

...libation Drew the ghosts from every part, So your Cyprus wine, dear Grecian, Stirs the Hades of my heart. And I think of those long mornings Which my thought...a girlish voice was reading, — Somewhat low for at s and ot s. Then what golden hours were for us !While we sate together there, How the white vests...

...after years, they might well have adopted the words of the glorious poet, Elizabeth Barrett : — ' And I think of those long mornings, Which my thought...When betwixt the folio's turnings Solemn flowed the rythmic Greek. Then what golden hours were for us ; While we sat together there, How the white vests...

...libation Drew the ghosts from every part, So your Cyprus wine, dear Grecian, Stirs the Hades of my heart. And I think of those long mornings Which my thought...girlish voice was reading Somewhat low for ai's and oit. Then what golden hours were for us ! — While we sate together there, How the white vests of...