Where Andes, giant of the western star,
With meteor standard to the winds unfurl'd.

Where Andes, giant of the western star,
With meteor standard to the winds unfurl'd.

Surely the stars are images of love.

Surely the stars are images of love.

The sad and solemn night
Hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires;
The glorious host of light
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The sad and solemn night
Hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires;
The glorious host of light
Walk the dark hemisphere till she retires;
All through her silent watches, gliding slow,
Her constellations come, and climb the heavens, and go.

Or soar aloft to be the spangled skies
And gaze upon her with a thousand eyes.

Or soar aloft to be the spangled skies
And gaze upon her with a thousand eyes.

Cry out upon the stars for doing
Ill offices, to cross their wooing.

Cry out upon the stars for doing
Ill offices, to cross their wooing.

A grisly meteor on his face.

A grisly meteor on his face.

The number is certainly the cause. The apparent disorder
augments the grandeur, for the appearance of care is highly read more

The number is certainly the cause. The apparent disorder
augments the grandeur, for the appearance of care is highly
contrary to our ideas of magnificence. Besides, the stars lie in
such apparent confusion, as makes it impossible on ordinary
occasion to reckon them. This gives them the advantage of a sort
of infinity.

The stars,
Which stand as thick as dewdrops on the fields
Of heaven.

The stars,
Which stand as thick as dewdrops on the fields
Of heaven.

Now twilight lets her curtain down
And pins it with a star.

Now twilight lets her curtain down
And pins it with a star.