The Poetical Works of Lord Byron: With LifeGall & Inglis, 1857 - 576 ページ |
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... THOU DEEM'ST IT TO BE . WERE my bosom as false as thou deem'st it to be , I need not have wander'd from far Galilee ; It was but abjuring my creed to efface The curse which , thou say'st , is the crime of my race : If the bad never ...
... THOU DEEM'ST IT TO BE . WERE my bosom as false as thou deem'st it to be , I need not have wander'd from far Galilee ; It was but abjuring my creed to efface The curse which , thou say'st , is the crime of my race : If the bad never ...
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... thou canst not banish By a power to thee unknown , Thou canst never be alone ; Thou art wrapt as with a shroud , Thou art gather'd in a cloud ; And for ever shalt thou dwell In the spirit of this spell . Though thou seest me not pass by , ...
... thou canst not banish By a power to thee unknown , Thou canst never be alone ; Thou art wrapt as with a shroud , Thou art gather'd in a cloud ; And for ever shalt thou dwell In the spirit of this spell . Though thou seest me not pass by , ...
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... thou changed , and canst thou hate ? Mine eyes like wintry streams o'erflow : What wretch with me would barter woe ? My bird ! relent : one note could give A charm , to bid thy lover live . My curdling blood , my madd'ning brain , In ...
... thou changed , and canst thou hate ? Mine eyes like wintry streams o'erflow : What wretch with me would barter woe ? My bird ! relent : one note could give A charm , to bid thy lover live . My curdling blood , my madd'ning brain , In ...
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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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