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...sweetly their calls to devotion, reminding one of a passage in Moore's description of an eastern city : " But hark ! the vesper call to prayer, — As slow the orb of daylight sets, — Is rising sweetly on tb« air From Syria's thousand minarets." This change in their place of abode could not fail to be...

...troia jours/ — Toderini. Yet tranquil now that man of crime (As if the balmy evening time Soften'd his spirit) look'd and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play : — Though still, whene'er his eye by chanco Fell on the boy's, its lurid glance Met that unclouded, joyous gaze, As torches that have burnt...

...mercy weeps them out again ! Yet tranquil now that man of crime (As if the balmy evening time Soften'd his spirit), look'd and lay, Watching the rosy infant's...that unclouded, joyous gaze, As torches that have burn'd all night Through some impure and godless rite, Encounter morning's glorious rays. But hark...

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...again. Yet tranquil now that man of crime (As if the balmy evening tune Softened his spirit) looked and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play : Though still, whene'er his eye by chance Tell on the boy, its lurid glance Met that unclouded, joyous gaze, As torches, that have burnt all...

...sweetly their calls to devotion, reminding one of a passage in Moore's description of an eastern city : " But hark ! the vesper call to prayer, — As slow the orb of daylight sots, — Is rising sweetly on ths air From Syria's thousand minarets." This change in their place...