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It was golden and splendid, … That City of light; … A vision suspended … In deeps of the night; … A region of wonder and glory, whos…
Eternal brood the shadows on this… Dreaming of centuries that have go… Great elms rise solemnly by slab a… Arched high above a hidden world o… Round all the scene a light of mem…
Haughty Sphinx, whose amber eyes Hold the secrets of the skies, As thou ripplest in thy grace, Round the chairs and chimney-place… Scorn on thy patrician face:
The thing, he said, would come in… From the old churchyard on the hil… But crouching by an oak fire's who… I tried to tell myself it could no… Surely, I mused, it was pleasantr…
There is snow on the ground, And the valleys are cold, And a midnight profound Blackly squats o'er the wold; But a light on the hilltops half-s…
They cut it down, and where the pi… Of forest night had hid eternal th… They scaled the sky with towers an… To make a city for their revelling… …
O'er the midnight moorlands crying… Thro' the cypress forests sighing, In the night-wind madly flying, Hellish forms with streaming hair; In the barren branches creaking,
The steeples are white in the wild… And the trees have a silver glare; Past the chimneys high see the vam… And the harpies of upper air, That flutter and laugh and stare.
As when a pigeon, loos'd in realms… Takes instant wing, and seeks his… So speed my blessings from a barb'… To thee and Providence at Christm…
Black loom the crags of the upland… Dark are the sands of the far-stre… Dim are the pathways and rocks tha… Sadly of years in the lost Neverm… Soft laps the ocean on wave-polish…
Once more the ancient feast return… And the bright hearth domestic bur… With Yuletide's added blaze; So, too, may all your joys increas… Midst floods of mem'ry, love, and…
There's an ancient, ancient garden… Where the very Maytime sunligh… Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms… And the crumbling walls and pil… There are vines in nooks and cr…
In the Midnight heaven's burning … Through the ethe… Once I watch'd… An alluring aure… Ev'ry eve aloft…
How dull the wretch, whose philoso… Disdains the pleasures of fantasti… Whose prosy thoughts the joys of l… And wreck the solace of the poet's… Young Zeno, practis'd in the Stoi…
