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...glittering on a sail Which brings our friends up from the under world." Or look upon " The Inst that reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge." Upon some such shining beach must have grated the keel of the shallop of the worn and weary king, who,...

...despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...