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...mine, Too long desired, too long delaying, come ! How like death- worms the wingless momenta crawl ! The point of one white star is quivering still Deep...and as the burning threads Of woven cloud unravel in pale air : 'Ti« lost! and through yon peaks of cloudlike snow The roseate sunlight quivers . hear...

...mine, Too long desired, too long delaying, come ! How like death- worms the winglessmomentscrawl ! The point of one white star is quivering still Deep...the burning threads • Of woven cloud unravel in pale air : 'Tis lost ! and through yon peaks of cloud-like snow The roseate sun-light quivers : hear...

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...guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze." TURNER. " The point of one white star is quivering still, Deep in the orange light of widening dawn, Beyond the purple mountains. Through a chasm Of wind-divided mist the darker lake Reflects it,...

...but as an illustration of one of the points in which a poet's picture may differ from a painter's. " The point of one white star is quivering still Deep...mist the darker lake Reflects it. Now it wanes ; it glearrs again, As the waves fade, and as the burning threads Of woven cloud unravel in pale air. 'Tis...

...mine, Too long desired, too long delaying, come ! How like death- worms the wingless momentscrawl ! The point of one white star is quivering still Deep...purple mountains : through a chasm Of wind-divided inist the darker lake Reflects it ; now it wanes ; it gleams again As the waves fade, and as the burning...

...mine. Too long desired, too long delaying, come.' How like death-worms the wingless moments crawl! The point of one white star is quivering still Deep in the orange light of widening mom Beyond the purple mountains: through a chasm Of wind-divided mist the darker lake Reflects it:...

...mine, Too long desired, too long delaying, come ! How like death-worms the wingless moments crawl! The point of one white star is quivering still Deep...and as the burning threads Of woven cloud unravel in pale air: "fis lost ! and through yon peaks of cloud-like snow The roseate sunlight quivers : hear...