EMILY BRONTE
There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void:
Thou Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
��CHARLES KINGSLEY Airly Beacon
ARLY Beacon, Airly Beacon; O the pleasant sight to sec Shires and towns from Airly Beacon, While my love chmb'd up to me!
Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon,
O the happy hours we lay Deep in fern on Airly Beacon,
Courting through the summer's day!
Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon;
O the weary haunt for me, All alone on Airly Beacon,
With his baby on my knee!
��ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH 749 Qua cursum ventus
ships, becalm'd at eve, that lay With canvas drooping, side by side, Two towers of sail at dawn of day
Are scarce, long leagues apart, descried;
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