A Selection from the Works of Lord ByronEdward Moxon & Company, 1866 - 244 páginas |
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... sigh , the breakers roar , And shrieks the wild sea - mew . Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight ; Farewell awhile to him and thee , My native Land - Good Night ! " A few short hours and he will rise To give the morrow ...
... sigh , the breakers roar , And shrieks the wild sea - mew . Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight ; Farewell awhile to him and thee , My native Land - Good Night ! " A few short hours and he will rise To give the morrow ...
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... sigh Till I come back again . " - " Enough , enough , my little lad ! Such tears become thine eye ; If I thy guileless bosom had , Mine own would not be dry . " Come hither , hither , my staunch yeoman , 12 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE .
... sigh Till I come back again . " - " Enough , enough , my little lad ! Such tears become thine eye ; If I thy guileless bosom had , Mine own would not be dry . " Come hither , hither , my staunch yeoman , 12 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE .
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... sighs Of wife or paramour ? Fresh feeres will dry the bright blue eyes We late saw streaming o'er . For pleasures past I do not grieve , Nor perils gathering near ; My greatest grief is that I leave No thing that claims a tear . " And ...
... sighs Of wife or paramour ? Fresh feeres will dry the bright blue eyes We late saw streaming o'er . For pleasures past I do not grieve , Nor perils gathering near ; My greatest grief is that I leave No thing that claims a tear . " And ...
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... sigh for me ? Perchance my dog will whine in vain , Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again He'd tear me where he stands . tr " With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land ...
... sigh for me ? Perchance my dog will whine in vain , Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again He'd tear me where he stands . tr " With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land ...
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... sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness , More slowly drawn , grew less and less : I listen'd , but I could not hear ; I call'd , for I was wild with fear ; I knew ' twas hopeless , but my dread Would not be thus ...
... sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness , More slowly drawn , grew less and less : I listen'd , but I could not hear ; I call'd , for I was wild with fear ; I knew ' twas hopeless , but my dread Would not be thus ...
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