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Singing

Y spirit like a charmèd bark doth

swim

Upon the liquid waves of thy sweet singing,

Far away into the regions dim

Of rapture as a boat, with swift sails winging

Its way adown some many-winding river.

A Fragment: To Music

ILVER key of the fountain of

tears,

Where the spirit drinks till the

brain is wild;

Softest grave of a thousand fears,

Where their mother, Care, like a drowsy

child,

Is laid asleep in flowers.

Music

70, Music, thou art not the "food of Love,"

Unless Love feeds upon its own

sweet self,

Till it becomes all Music murmurs of.

"Mighty Eagle”

Supposed to Be Addressed to William Godwin

IGHTY eagle! thou that soarest
O'er the misty mountain forest,
And amid the light of morning
Like a cloud of glory hiest,

And when night descends defiest
The embattled tempests' warning!

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