Ligeia! Ligeia! My beautiful one! Whose harshest idea Will to melody run, O! is it thy will On the breezes to toss? Or, capriciously still, Like the lone Albatross, Incumbent on night (As she on the air) To keep watch with delight On the harmony there? Phœnixiana: Or, Sketches and Burlesques - Page 91 by George Horatio Derby - 1903 - 332 pages Full view -
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