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...Where the afternoon's opaline tremors O'er the mountains quivering play ; Till the fiercer splendor of sunset Pours from the west its fire, And melted, as in a crucible, Their earthly forms expire ; And the bald blear skull of the desert With glowing mountains is crowned, That...

...Where the afternoon's opaline tremors O'er the mountains quivering play; Till the fiercer splendor of sunset Pours from the west its fire, And melted, as in a crucible. Their earthly forms expire; And the bald blear skull of the desert With glowfng mountains is crowned, That...

...Where the afternoon's opaline tremors O'er the mountains quivering play; Till the fiercer splendor of sunset Pours from the west its fire, And melted,...Their earthy forms expire; And the bald blear skull of its desert With glowing mountains is crowned, That burning like molten jewels Circle its temples round....

...Where the afternoon's opaline tremors, O'er the mountains quivering play ! Till the fiercer splendor of sunset Pours from the west its fire, And melted as in a crucible, Their earthly forms expire ! And the bald, blear skull of the desert, With glowing mountains is crowned,...

...my nerves he vexes — The tiling without blood or brain, — Or, by the body of Isis, I'll snap his thin neck in twain ! Leave me to gaze at the landscape...blear skull of the desert With glowing mountains is crowiiod, That burning like molten jewels Circle its temples round. I will lie and dream of the post-time,...

...away, Where the afternoon's opaline tremors O'er the mountains quivering play Till the fiercer splendor of sunset Pours from the west its fire, And melted, as in a crucible, Their earthly forms expire; And the bald blear skull of the desert With glowing mountains is crowned, That,...