The complete works of lord Byron, repr. from the last London ed., containing considerable additions; to which is prefixed a life, by H. L. Bulwer, Volume 1 |
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... breast for ever . True , she has forced thee from my breast , Yet , in my heart thou keep'st thy seat ; There , there thine image still must rest , Until that heart shall cease to beat . And , when the grave restores her dead , When ...
... breast for ever . True , she has forced thee from my breast , Yet , in my heart thou keep'st thy seat ; There , there thine image still must rest , Until that heart shall cease to beat . And , when the grave restores her dead , When ...
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... breast ; That breast where oft in life I've laid my head , Will yet receive me mouldering with the dead : This life resign'd , without one parting sigh , Together in one bed of earth we ' ll lie ! Together share the fate to mortals ...
... breast ; That breast where oft in life I've laid my head , Will yet receive me mouldering with the dead : This life resign'd , without one parting sigh , Together in one bed of earth we ' ll lie ! Together share the fate to mortals ...
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... breast your fickle bosom please ? Alas ! I wish'd but to o'ercome the pain , That I might live for love and you again : But now I scarcely shall bewail my fate : By death alone I can avoid your hate . ( 1 ) This and several little ...
... breast your fickle bosom please ? Alas ! I wish'd but to o'ercome the pain , That I might live for love and you again : But now I scarcely shall bewail my fate : By death alone I can avoid your hate . ( 1 ) This and several little ...
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... breast was never pity's foe , But felt for all the baby's woe . I drew the bar , and by the light Young Love , the infant , met my sight ; His bow across his shoulders flung , And thence his fatal quiver hung ( 1 ) Lord Byron in one of ...
... breast was never pity's foe , But felt for all the baby's woe . I drew the bar , and by the light Young Love , the infant , met my sight ; His bow across his shoulders flung , And thence his fatal quiver hung ( 1 ) Lord Byron in one of ...
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... breast you lay ; Whilst I , admiring , too remiss , Forgot to scare the hovering flies , Yet envied every fly the kiss It dared to give your slumbering eyes : See still the little painted bark , In which I row'd you o'er the lake ; See ...
... breast you lay ; Whilst I , admiring , too remiss , Forgot to scare the hovering flies , Yet envied every fly the kiss It dared to give your slumbering eyes : See still the little painted bark , In which I row'd you o'er the lake ; See ...
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The complete works of lord Byron, repr. from the last London ed ..., Volume 1 George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Visualização completa - 1837 |
The Complete Works of Lord Byron, Repr. From the Last London Ed., Containing ... George Gordon N Byron Prévia não disponível - 2018 |
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Ali Pacha Athens bard beauty behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Calmar Canto Childe Harold dare dark dead dear death deeds Doge Doge of Venice dread dream earth Edinburgh Review Faliero fame fate fear feel foes gaze Giaour glory grave Greece Greek hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour Italy Lady less letter Lioni live look Lord Byron Manfred Marino Faliero Michel Steno mind mountains muse ne'er never night noble o'er once palace Parisina pass'd passion Petrarch poem poet poetry Ravenna scarce scene seem'd seems shore sigh smile song soul Southey spirit stanzas tears thee thine thing thou thought tomb Venetian Venice verse voice Wat Tyler waves wild words young youth εἰς καὶ νὰ τὴν τὸ
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