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The Earth . The tongueless Caverns of the craggy hills First Voice ( from the Mountains ) Thrice three hundred thousand years O'er the Earthquake's couch we stood : Oft , as men convulsed with fears , We trembled in our multitude .
The Earth . The tongueless Caverns of the craggy hills First Voice ( from the Mountains ) Thrice three hundred thousand years O'er the Earthquake's couch we stood : Oft , as men convulsed with fears , We trembled in our multitude .
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And from the other opening in Make bare the secrets of the earth's deep the wood heart ; Rushes , with loud and whirlwind harmony , Infinite mines of adamant and gold , 280 A sphere , which is as many thousand spheres , Valueless stones ...
And from the other opening in Make bare the secrets of the earth's deep the wood heart ; Rushes , with loud and whirlwind harmony , Infinite mines of adamant and gold , 280 A sphere , which is as many thousand spheres , Valueless stones ...
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1818 IO II BRIGHT STAR , WOULD I WERE STEDFAST AS THOU ART20 [ Written on the blank page before Beaumont and Fletcher's tragi - comedy , The Fair Maid of the Inn . ] BARDS of Passion and of Mirth , Ye have left your souls on earth !
1818 IO II BRIGHT STAR , WOULD I WERE STEDFAST AS THOU ART20 [ Written on the blank page before Beaumont and Fletcher's tragi - comedy , The Fair Maid of the Inn . ] BARDS of Passion and of Mirth , Ye have left your souls on earth !
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