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...And he with matter, should she climb Beyond her own material prime ? Moreover, something is or seems, That touches me with mystic gleams, Like glimpses...know not where ; Such as no language may declare. \Vho, indeed, amongst us has not felt those "glimpses of forgotten dreams" so beautifully described...

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...he with matter, should she climb Beyond her own material prime ? 1 Moreover, something is or seems, That touches me with mystic gleams, Like glimpses of forgotten dreams — 'Of something felt, likesomethinghere ; Of something done, I know not where ; Such as no language may declare.' The still...

...witnessed in some place or time of which memory has no distinct record. Moreover, something is or seems, That touches me with mystic gleams, Like glimpses...know not where ; Such as no language may declare. These strike me as very wonderful stanzas. To express their delicate and subtle meaning in prose would...

...witnessed in some place or time of which memory has no distinct record. Moreover, something is or seems, That touches me with mystic gleams, Like glimpses...I know not where; Such as no language may declare. These strike me as very wonderful stanzas. To express their delicate and subtle meaning in prose would...

...he with matter, should she elimb Beyond her own material prime ? " Moreover, something is or seems, That touches me with mystic gleams, Like glimpses...something felt, like something here : Of something done. l know not where ; Such as no language may deelare." The still voice laugh'd. " l talk," said he, "...

...not ; and they are brought low, but he perceivoth it not. The lines— Moreover something Is or seams That touches me with mystic gleams Like glimpses of...something here, Of something done I know not where, find an appropriate commentary in Wordsworth's splendid Ode : But there's a tree, of many, one, A single...

...he with matter, should she climb Heyond her own material prime ? ' Moreover, something is or seems, That touches me with mystic gleams, Like glimpses...know not where ; Such as no language may declare.' The still voice laugh'd. ' I talk,' said he, ' Not with thy dreams. Suffice it thee Thy pain is a reality.'...