. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ,^*i ^ ^ The sea is like a silvery lake, And, oer its calm the vessel glidesGently, as if it feard to wake The slumber of the silent only envious cloud that lowers Hath hung its shade on Picos height,^Where dimly, mid the dusk, he towers, And scowling at this heavn of light,Exults to see the infant stormCling darkly round his giant form! Now, could I range those verdant isles, Invisible, at this soft hour,And see the looks, the beaming smiles, That brighten many an orange bower;And could I lift each pious veil, And se

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. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . ,^*i ^ ^ The sea is like a silvery lake, And, oer its calm the vessel glidesGently, as if it feard to wake The slumber of the silent only envious cloud that lowers Hath hung its shade on Picos height,^Where dimly, mid the dusk, he towers, And scowling at this heavn of light,Exults to see the infant stormCling darkly round his giant form! Now, could I range those verdant isles, Invisible, at this soft hour,And see the looks, the beaming smiles, That brighten many an orange bower;And could I lift each pious veil, And see the blushing cheek it shades,—0, I should have full many a tale, To tell of young Azorian maids/^ Yes, Strangford, at this hour, perhaps,Some lover (not too idly blest, Like those, who in their ladies lapsMay cradle every wish to rest,) 308.

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