The Poetical Works of Lord Byron: With LifeGall & Inglis, 1857 - 576 ページ |
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... feel the void - the wandering thought That sighs o'er visions - such as mine hath wrought . " " Lady - methought thy love was his , for whom This arm redeem'd thee from a fiery tomb . " " My love stern Seyd's ! Oh - No - No - not my ...
... feel the void - the wandering thought That sighs o'er visions - such as mine hath wrought . " " Lady - methought thy love was his , for whom This arm redeem'd thee from a fiery tomb . " " My love stern Seyd's ! Oh - No - No - not my ...
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... feel my soul Is ebbing from me , yet I do defy ye ; Nor will I hence , while I have earthly breath To breathe my scorn upon ye - earthly strength To wrestle , though with spirits ; what ye take Shall be ta'en limb by limb . Spirit ...
... feel my soul Is ebbing from me , yet I do defy ye ; Nor will I hence , while I have earthly breath To breathe my scorn upon ye - earthly strength To wrestle , though with spirits ; what ye take Shall be ta'en limb by limb . Spirit ...
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... Feel I not wroth with those who bade me dwell In this vast lazar - house of many woes ? Where laughter is not mirth , nor thought the mind , Nor words a language , nor ev'n men mankind ; Where cries reply to curses , shrieks to blows ...
... Feel I not wroth with those who bade me dwell In this vast lazar - house of many woes ? Where laughter is not mirth , nor thought the mind , Nor words a language , nor ev'n men mankind ; Where cries reply to curses , shrieks to blows ...
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HOURS OF IDLENESS | 3 |
Leaving Newstead Abbey Through thy battlements | 9 |
Damætas In law an infant | 29 |
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