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...lore And Dryden's lay made haunted ground to me, How have I loved the twilight hour and thee ! CVI. The shrill cicalas, people of the pine, Making their...ceaseless song-, Were the sole echoes, save my steed's and min e And vesper bell's that rose the boughs along; The spectre huntsman of Onesti's line, His hell-dogs,...

...Boccaccio's lore And Dryden's lay made haunted ground to me, How have I loved the twilight hour and theo ! t The shrill cicalas, people of the pine, Making their summer lives one ceaseless song, Were the solo echoes, save my steed's and mine, And vesper bells that rose the boughs along ; The spectre huntsman...

...and the silent shore Which bounds Ravenna's immemorial wood, Rooted where once the Adrian wave flow'd o'er, To where the last Caesarean fortress stood,...Were the sole echoes, save my steed's and mine, And vesper-bell's that rose the boughs along ; The spectre huntsman of Onesti's line, His hell-dogs, and...

...Ravenna's immemorial wood, Rooted where once the Adrian wave fluw'd o'er, To where the last Cacsarean fortress stood. Ever-green forest ! which Boccaccio's...Were the sole echoes, save my steed's and mine, And vesper-bell's that rose the bougns along ; The spectre huntsman of Onesti's line, His hell-dogs, and...

...lore And Dryden's lay made haunted ground to me, How have I loved the twilight hour and thee ! CTI. The shrill cicalas, people of the pine, Making their summer lives one ceaseless song, Veré the sole echoes, save my steed's and mine, And vesper bell's that rose the boughs along ; The...

...Ravenna's immemorial wood, Rooted where once the Adrian wave flow'd o'er, To where the last Canarean fortress stood, Ever-green forest ! which Boccaccio's...Were the sole echoes, save my steed's and mine, And vesper-bell's that rose the boughs along j The spectre huntsman of Onesti's line, His hell-dogs, and...

...Boccaccio's lore And Dryden's lay made haunted ground to me, How have I loved the twilight hour and thee I *' The shrill cicalas, people of the pine. Making their...Were the sole echoes, save my steed's and mine, And vesper-bells that rose the boughs along; The spectre huntsman of Onesti's line, His hell-dogs, and...