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...night ; And, languishing to hear thy grateful sound. Lies the vast island, stretched beyond the eight. Go forth into the gathering shade — go forth, God's blessing breathed upon the fainting ejrth ! Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, Curl the still water», bright «ith stars, and...

...: And, languishing to hear thy grateful sound, Lies the vast inland, stretched beyond the sight lo forth into the gathering shade — go forth, God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth ! Co, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse 1...

...inland stretched beyond the sight. Go forth into the gathering shade; go forth, God's blessing breathe upon the fainting earth! Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, The wide old wood from his majestic rest, Summoning from the innumerable boughs Curl the still waters,...

...coming of the wind of night; And, languishing to hear thy grateful sound, Lies the vast inland stretched beyond the sight. Go forth, into the gathering shade;...earth! Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, The wide old wood from his majestic rest, Summoning from the innumerable boughs Curl the still waters,...

...of the wind of night ; And, languishing to hear thy grateful sound, Lies the vast inland stretched beyond the sight. Go forth into the gathering shade...the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse The wild old wood from his majestic rest, Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange, deep harmonies...

...of the wind of night ; And, languishing to hear thy grateful sound, Lie* the Tast inland stretehed beyond the sight. Go forth into the gathering shade...forth, God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth I Go, roek the little wood-bird in his nest. Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse The...

...depending upon the other, and each beautiful. Here are three lines breathing all the spirit of Shelley. Pleasant shall be thy way, where meekly bows The shutting flower, and darkling waters past, And 'twixt the u'ershadowing branches and the grass. The conclusion is admirable — Go — but...

...of the wind of night ; And, languishing to hear thy grateful sound, Lies the vast inland stretched beyond the sight. Go forth into the gathering shade...his nest, Curl the still waters, bright with stars, aim rouse The wide old wood from his majestick rest. Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange,...

...of the wind of night ; Anil, languishing to near thy grateful sound. Lies the vast inland stretched beyond the sight. Go forth into the gathering shade...the fainting earth! Go, rock the little wood-bird ih his nest, Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse The wide old wood from his majestick...