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...aweet melody ; and her spirits reminded me of an old poet's description of the orange-tree, with Us 'Golden lamps hid in a night of green/ or of those...where the pomegranate grows beside the cypress. Her gladneps was like a burst of sunliglit ; and If in her depression she resembled night, it was night...

...sad, sweet melody, her spirits reminded me of an old poet's description of the orange-tree, with its Golden lamps hid in a night of green, or of those...she resembled night, it was night wearing her stars. I might describe, and describe for ever, but I should never succeed in portraying Egeria ; she was...

...sad, sweet melody, her spirits reminded me of an old poet's description of the orange-tree, with its ' Golden lamps hid in a night of green,' or of those...she resembled night, it was night wearing her stars. I might describe, and describe for ever, but I should never succeed in portraying Egeria; she was a...

...melody, her spirits reminded me of an old poet's description of the orange-tree, with its ' Golden lanpi hid in a night of green,' or of those Spanish gardens...she resembled night, it was night wearing her stars. I might describe and describe for ever, but I should never succeed in portraying Egeria; she was a...

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...sweet melody, and her spirits reminded me of an old poet's description of the orange tree, with its " Golden lamps hid in a night of green ;" or of those...her depression, she resembled night, it was night bearing her stars. I might describe and describe for ever, but I should never succeed in portraying...

...sweet melody ; her spirits reminded me of an old poet's description of the orange tree, with its ' Golden lamps hid in a night of green ;' or of those...sunlight; and if, in her depression, she resembled niuht,it was night wearing her stars. I might describe and describe for ever, but I should never exceed...

...sweet melody, and her spirits reminded me of an old poet's description of the orange tree, with its " Golden lamps hid in a night of green ;" or of those Spanish gardens where the pomegranate grows heside the cypress. Her gladness was like a burst of sun-light ; and if, in her depression, she resemhled...