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- Now the golden Morn aloft
Waves her dew-bespangled wing,57 lines, 1 comment - (FROM THE NORSE TONGUE)
Now the storm begins to lower,65 lines, 1 comment - In vain to me the smiling Mornings shine,
And reddening Phœbus lifts his golden fire;14 lines, 2 comments - WEAVE the warp, and weave the woof,
The winding-sheet of Edward's race.52 lines - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,161 lines, 8 comments - Twas on a lofty vase's side,
Where China's gayest art had dyed47 lines, 5 comments - Ye distant spires, ye antique towers,
That crown the watry glade,109 lines
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