Spirit that breathest through my lattice: thou
That cool’st the twilight of the sultry day!
Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow;
Thou hast been out upon the deep at play,
Riding all day the wild blue waves till now,
Roughening their crests,...
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From “Paradise Lost,” Book IV. |
From “Don Juan” Ave Maria! blessèd be the hour, |
Those evening bells! those evening bells! Those joyous hours are passed away; |
A Cloud lay cradled near the setting sun, |
It was while we held our races -- |
On the swift flying hours |
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn o'er yonder bridge, |