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...her exquisite neck to the throne of the world There 'sa beauty, for ever unchangingly bright, Like the long, sunny lapse of a summer-day's light, Shining on, shining* on, by no shadow made tender, Till Love falls asleep in its sameness of splendour. This TOM not the beauty — oh ! nothing like...

...her exquisite neck to the throne of the world There 'sa beauty, for ever unchangingly bright, Like the long, sunny lapse of a summer-day's light, Shining on, shining on, by no shadow made tender, Till Love falls asleep in its sameness of splendour. This was not the beauty — oh ! nothing like...

...her exquisite neck to the throne of the world ! There's a beauty, for ever unchangingly bright, Like the long, sunny lapse of a summer-day's light, Shining on, shining on, by no shadow made tender, Till Love falls asleep in its sameness oif splendour. This teas not the beauty— oh ! nothing like...

...her exquisite neck to the throne of the world. There's a beauty, for ever unchangingly bright, Like the long, sunny lapse of a summer-day's light, Shining on, shining on, by no shadow made tender, Till Love falls asleep in its sameness of splendour. * Jehanguire was the son of the Great Acbar. ca...

...her exquisite neck to the throne of the world. There's a beauty, for ever unchangingly bright, Like the long, sunny lapse of a summer-day's light, Shining on, shining on, by no shadow made tender, Till Love falls asleep in its sameness of splendour. This was not the beauty—oh, nothing like this,...

...her exquisite neck to the throne of the world. There's a beauty, forever unchangingly bright, Like reads His orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fert Till Love fulls asleep in its sameness of splendour. This teas not the beauty — oh, nothing like...

...Molière, La Fourberies de Scapin, Act iii. se. 1. " There 'sa beauty, for ever unchangingly bright, Like the long sunny lapse of a summer-day's light, Shining on, shining on, by no shadow made tender, Till Love falls asleep in its sameness of splendour." Moore, Light of the Harem. JONATHAN BOÜCHIER....

...her exquisite neck to the throne of the world. There's a beauty, for ever unchangingly bright, Like the long, sunny lapse of a summer-day's light, Shining on, shining on, by no shadow made tender, Till Love falls asleep in its sameness of splendour. This miraculous quality has been attributed also...

...her exquisite neck to the throne of the world. There 'sa beauty, for ever unchangingly bright, Like the long, sunny lapse of a summer-day's light, Shining on, shining on, by no shadow made tender, Till Love falls asleep in its sameness of splendour. This was not the beauty — oh, nothing like this,...