...nerer a stain The pavilion of heaven is bare, . j And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air. I silently laugh at...ghost from the tomb, I arise, and unbuild it again.' — pp. 199, 200. There is a love-sick lady, who ' dwells under the glaucous caverns of ocean,' and...

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...never a -um, I'll-- pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Likca child from the womb, like a ghost fro m-th* tomb, I arise and unbuild it again. TO A SKYLARK....

...never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And Ihe winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, TO A SKYLARK. HAIL to ihee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it. Higher...

...never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare. And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at...a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, 1 arise and unbuild it again. The following exquisite lines will be acknowledged by all to belong to...

...stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare. And the winds and sunbeams, with their convex gleams Build up the dome of air — I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,...child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb I rise and upbuild it again. A LEGEND OF THE NORTH. traction of beneficence, that drew the refugees of...

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...never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the wind and sunbeams, with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air — I silently laugh...the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and rebuild it again." * • Cloud, by PB Shelley. It must be admitted, that in the early stages of society...

...never a stain The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and the sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at...ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again. L'ALLEGRO ; OR, THE MERRY MAN.— Milton. Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest midnight...

...never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at...ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again. AN EXHORTATION. CH AMEI.BONS feed on light and air ; Poets' food is love and fame : I f in this wide...