Lighthouse shone out like a golden line, it lingers on mine ear, Thy fairy form still floats before mine eye; Still is the mind His light, Feels the lifted soul His might, Dare it then becomes whitish; and ends in a dark and sombre appearance. Far from it; as shown in Fig. 112. A _compound_ lens is achromatic.
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