...Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight't would win me, That with music loud and long, I would build...dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise. 1 " In Xanadu."—I think I recollect a variation of this stanza, as follows:—...

...Singing of Mount Mora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight't would win me, That with music loud and long, I would build...dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise. , 1 " In Xanadu."—\ think I recollect a variation of this stanza, as follows:—...

...delight 't would win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome I those caves of ice! And all who heard should see them...dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise. 1 " in Xanadu." — I think I recollect a variation of this stanza, as follows :...

...deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long I would build that dome in air, That sunnv dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should...with holy dread ; For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drank of the milk of Paradise. If horrible and fantastic dreams are the most perplexing, there are...

...with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw : It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her...dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise. THE PAINS OP SLEEP. ERE on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray...

...symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That, with music loud and long, I would huild that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of...dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of paradise." All who loved the poet, or who honoured his genius, must have earnestly wished that...

...fountain and the caves." It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with eaves of ice ! I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome —...his floating hair, Weave a circle round him thrice." We do not wish, however, to place our ignorance in opposition to our author's knowledge. A denizen...

...Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 't would win me That with music loud and long I would build...! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your lips with holy dread. For he on honey dew hath fed, And drank the milk of Paradise. Neither Marco Polo,...

...Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song. To such a deep delight 't would win me That with music loud and long I would build...! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your lips with holy dread. For he on honey dew hath fed, And drank the milk of Paradise. Neither Marco Polo,...

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