...yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow ; Naught may endure but Mutability. LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night,...from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led nie — who knows how ? — To thy chamber window, sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the dark,...

...first sweet sleep of night, When winds were breathing low, And the stars were shining bright. I rose from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led...— who knows how ? To thy chamber window, sweet. S. The moon is hid by clouds, Like sweet thoughts in a dream ; The wand'ring breezes sigh O'er the...

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...stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. Lines to an Indian Air. I arise from dreams of thee, In the first sweet sleep of night,...— who knows how! — To thy chamber window, sweet. The wandering airs they faint On the dark and silent stream, The Champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts...

...fondly cherish, in laid within our bosoms but "• perish. LORD BYRON. LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR, I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night,...stars are shining bright : I arise from dreams of Uiee, And a spirit in my feet / Has led me — who knows how 7 To thy chamber-window, sweet! The wandering...

...thee, In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low. And the stars are burning bright ; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led life — who knows how ? To thy chamber window, sweet. MY HEARERS — there is a mystery about dreams...

...hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light, LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night,...And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how Î To thy chamber window, sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream —...

...spot whence I had come, That I might there present it!—Oh-! to whom! LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night. When the winds are breathing low, And the stars arc shining bright: I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me—who knows how...

...Easter Monday, we have at least got " three throes a-penny." THE COCKNEY LOVER'S SERENADE. I ARISE from dreams of thee, In the first sweet sleep of night ; When the oyster-shops are closing, And the gas-lamps burning bright. I arise from dreams of thee, But A 60,...

...Monday, we have «t least got " three throes a-pcnny." THE COCKNEY LOVER'S SERENADE. I ARISE It "in dreams of thee, In the first sweet sleep of night ; When the oyster-shops are closing. Anil the cat-lamps burning bright. I arise from dreams of thee, But A 00,...