Selected Poems of Lord ByronHumphrey, Milford, Oxford University Press, 1923 - 436 páginas |
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... Bear a hand , you jolly tar , you ! Here's a rope's end for the dogs . Hobhouse muttering fearful curses , As the hatchway down he rolls , Now his breakfast , now his verses , Vomits forth - and damns our souls . 66 Here's a stanza On ...
... Bear a hand , you jolly tar , you ! Here's a rope's end for the dogs . Hobhouse muttering fearful curses , As the hatchway down he rolls , Now his breakfast , now his verses , Vomits forth - and damns our souls . 66 Here's a stanza On ...
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... bear To trace the change to foul from fair . I know not if I could have borne To see thy beauties fade ; The night that follow'd such a morn Had worn a deeper shade : Thy day without a cloud hath pass'd , And thou wert lovely to the ...
... bear To trace the change to foul from fair . I know not if I could have borne To see thy beauties fade ; The night that follow'd such a morn Had worn a deeper shade : Thy day without a cloud hath pass'd , And thou wert lovely to the ...
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... bears her breast the torturing hour ? Still clings she to thy side ? Must she too bend , must she too share Thy late repentance , long despair , Thou throneless Homicide ? If still she loves thee , hoard that gem , - ' Tis worth thy ...
... bears her breast the torturing hour ? Still clings she to thy side ? Must she too bend , must she too share Thy late repentance , long despair , Thou throneless Homicide ? If still she loves thee , hoard that gem , - ' Tis worth thy ...
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... bears . Little didst thou deem , when dashing On thy war - horse through the ranks , Like a stream which burst its banks , While helmets cleft , and sabres clashing , Shone and shiver'd fast around thee Of the fate at last which found ...
... bears . Little didst thou deem , when dashing On thy war - horse through the ranks , Like a stream which burst its banks , While helmets cleft , and sabres clashing , Shone and shiver'd fast around thee Of the fate at last which found ...
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... bear me from thee . III Though the rock of my last hope is shiver'd , And its fragments are sunk in the wave , Though I feel that my soul is deliver'd To pain - it shall not be its slave . There is many a pang to pursue me : They may ...
... bear me from thee . III Though the rock of my last hope is shiver'd , And its fragments are sunk in the wave , Though I feel that my soul is deliver'd To pain - it shall not be its slave . There is many a pang to pursue me : They may ...
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