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 The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's. I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple seaweeds strown ; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown : I sit upon the sands alone, The lightning of the...  Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries: With Recollections of the Author ... - Seite 364 von Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 494 Seiten Vollansicht -
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