The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes |
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'Tis Maina's land—her ancient hills,
The abode of nymphs —her countless rills
And torrents, in their downward dash,
Shining, like silver, through the shade
Of the sea-pine and flowering ash—
All with a truth so fresh pourtray'd
As wants but touch of life to be
A world of warm reality.
The abode of nymphs —her countless rills
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Shining, like silver, through the shade
Of the sea-pine and flowering ash—
All with a truth so fresh pourtray'd
As wants but touch of life to be
A world of warm reality.
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