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...cast a wide and tender light, Which softened down the hoar austerity Of rugged desolation, and filled up, As 'twere, anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving...silent worship of the great of old ! — The dead but sceptered sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns — "Twas such a night ! 'Tis strange...

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...cast a wide and tender light, Which softened down the hoar austerity Of rugged desolation, and filled up, As 'twere, anew, the gaps of centuries; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old !— The dead but sceptered...

...tender light, Which soften'd down the hoar austerity Of rugged desolation, and fill'd up, As 't were, anew, the gaps of centuries; Leaving that beautiful...sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns. — 'T was such a night! 'T is strange that I recall it at this time ; But I have found our thoughts...