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 The rest, the winds dispersed in empty air! But now secure the painted vessel glides, The sunbeams trembling on the floating tides; While melting music steals upon the sky, And softened sounds along the waters die.  Calcutta Monthly Journal and General Register ... - Página 30 1839 Vista completa -
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