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...burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the mormng star shines dead ; As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake...when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath Its ardors of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With...

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...burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning-star shines dead. As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alii one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit...

...burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead. As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake...from the lit sea beneath, Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest,...

...burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead. As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake...from the lit sea beneath, Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest,...

...burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the hack of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead. As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake...from the lit sea beneath, Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven ahove, With wings folded I rest,...

...burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead. As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake...from the lit sea beneath, Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest,...

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