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...tone ; a harmony, So do I call it, though it be the hand Of silence, though there be no voice ; — the clouds, The mist, the shadows, light of golden...himself, At the calm close of summer's longest day, Bests his substantial orb ; — between those heights And on the top of either pinnacle, More keenly...

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...tone ; a harmony, So do I call it, though it he the hand Of silence, though there he no voice ; — the clouds, The mist, the shadows, light of golden...answer — thither come, and shape A language not unweleome to sick hearts And idle spirits : — there the sun himself, At the calm close of summer's...

...tone ; a harmony, So do I call it, though it be the hand Of silence, though there be no voice;—the clouds, The mist, the shadows, light of golden suns, Motions of moonlight, all come thither—touch, And have an answer—thither come, and shape A language not unwelcome to sick hearts...

...darken them, revealing the deep coves of the mountains, and again wrapping them in sombre gloom. " — The clouds, The mist, the shadows, light of golden...language not unwelcome to sick hearts And idle spirits." Of antiquities, British or Roman, and historical associations, this country is rather barren. The mountains...

...darken them, revealing the deep coves of the mountains, and again wrapping them in sombre gloom. " — The clouds. The mist, the shadows, light of golden...language not unwelcome to sick hearts And idle spirits." Of antiquities, British or Roman, and historical associations, this country is rather barren. The mountains...

...tone ; a harmony, So do I call it, though it be the hand Of silence, though there be no voice ; — the clouds, The mist, the shadows, light of golden...And on the top of either pinnacle, More keenly than elsewhere in night's blue vault, Sparkle the stars, as of their station proud. i Thoughts are not busier...

...frame; a harmony, So do I call it, though it be the hand Of silence, though there be no voice;—the clouds, The mist, the shadows, light of golden suns, Motions of moonlight, all come hither—touch, And have an answer—thither come, and shape A language not unwelcome to sick hearts...