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RUINS OF GARDIA |
In a few days, I had reason to dread an extension of its baleful influences from the fact, that it was no longer confined to one position in regard to myself. |
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LOST MEMORY OF STONES |
The shadow retreated to its former position; and when I looked again, it had drawn in all its spears of darkness, and followed like a dog at my heels. |
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TOWER OF LINGUIA |
These streaks and spots made his armour look like the floor of a forest in the sunlight. |
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HOME OF THE SOLEMN |
The glory of his brow vanished; the light of his eye grew cold; and I held my peace. |
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MOLDING WALLS |
One bright noon, a little maiden joined me, coming through the wood in a direction at right angles to my path. |
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ETERNAL PENSIVENESS |
Our Earth one little toiling streamlet yields. To guide the wanderers to the happy fields. |
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DILAPIDATION OF MISFORTUNE |
Through my tears, the whole landscape glimmered in such bewildering loveliness. |
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DEACCESSION OF SORROW |
Could I but see the Spirit of the Earth, as I saw once the in dwelling woman of the beech-tree? |
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GLADDEN OF CRUMBLE |
At length, in a nook of the river, I saw gloomy death with the weight of overhanging foliage. |
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VILLAGE OF DEVOID |
Why are all reflections lovelier than what we call the reality? |
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