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...the shepherd, blowing of his nails, Can call it neither day nor night. Henry VI. 03 How dear to thee the hour when daylight dies, And sunbeams melt along...arise, And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee. Moore. 64 You love to hail the mild, the balmy hour, When evening spreads around her twilight veil....

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...breathes her eool air. Hark ! the vesper hymn is stealing, O'er the waters soft and elear. Vignette. How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sunbeams melt along the silent sea. Mareh ! nor heed those arms that hold thee, Though so fondly elose they eome. ENGRAVER. Pagt D. MACUSE,...

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...passion are sunk to rest, and the whole wide ocean heaves but one high, uninterrupted swell : " How sweet to me the hour when daylight dies And sunbeams melt...And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee ; And as 1 watch the line of light that plays Along the smooth wave tow'rd the burning west, I long to tread...