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...Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound...sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng, To cut across the image of a Star That gleamed upon the ice : and oftentimes, When we had given our bodies to the wind,...

...Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound...sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng, To cut across the image of a Star That gleamed upon the ice : and oftentimes, When we had given our bodies to the wind,...

...Tinkled like iron, while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy—not unnoticed, while the stars, Eastward, were sparkling...the uproar I retired Into a silent bay or sportively Glanc'd sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng To cut across the image of a star That gleam'd upon...

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...Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud, The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron, while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound...the uproar I retired Into a silent bay or sportively Glanc'd sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng, To cut across the image of a star That gleam'd upon...

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