The Lady Of The Lake

“Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done; While our slumbrous spells assail ye, Dream not, with the rising sun, Bugles here shall sound reveille. Sleep! the deer is in his den; Sleep! thy hounds are by thee lying; Sleep! nor dream in yonder glen How thy gallant steed...

Dream-Land

“By the lakes that thus outspread Their lone waters, lone and dead, – Their sad waters, sad and chilly With the snows of the lolling lily, – By the mountains – near the river Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever” Edgar Allan Poe, Dream-Land...

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