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The poet in his lone yet genial hour
Gives to his eyes a magnifying power : Or rather he emancipates his eyes From the black shapeless accidents of size-- In unctuous cones of kindling coal, Or smoke upwreathing from the pipe's trim bole, His gifted ken can see Phantoms of sublimity. Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |