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...ultimate flight to America. The opening stanzas ire very beautiful : — " The voices of my homo ! — I hear them still ! They have been with me through...voices, wont to fill My heart's clear depths with imnlluy'd delight '. I hear them still, unchang'd : — though some from earth Are music parted, and...

...their tenderness and beauty, and with all their power to touch the heart of an exile. The voices of my home !—I hear them still! They have been with me...fill My heart's clear depths with unalloy'd delight! [ hear them still, unchang'd :—though some from earth Are music parted, and the tones of mirth—...

...with the following passionate aspirations, after ' days departed, never to return.' The voices of my home ! — I hear them still ! They have been with...voices, wont to fill My heart's clear depths with unalloyed delight ! I hear them still, unchanged : — though some from earth Are music parted, and...

...imprisonment and ultimate flight to America. The opening stanzas are very beautiful : — " The voices of my home ! — I hear them still ! They have been with...voices, wont to fill My heart's clear depths with unallny'd delight ! I hear them still, unchang'd : — though some from earth Are music parted, and...

...their tenderness and beauty, and with all their power to touch the heart of an exile. The voices of my home ! — I hear them still ! They have been with...dreamy night — The blessed household voices, wont to rill My heart's clear depths with unalloy'd delight ! I hear them still, unchang'd : — though some...

...felt myself whirled rapidly through the park on my return to Thornhijl. CHAPTER XVII. The voices of my home ! I hear them still ! They have been with me...depths with unalloy'd delight ! I hear them still unchanged, — though some from earth Are music parted ; and the tones of mirth, — Wild silvery tones,...

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...amidst the wilderness which has afforded him an asylum. THE FOREST SANCTUARY. I. . . 'fax voices of my home ! — I hear them still ! They have been with...them still unchang'd : — though some from earth Arc music parted, and the tones of mirth — Wild, silvery tones, that rang through days more bright...

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