Selected Poems of Lord ByronHumphrey, Milford, Oxford University Press, 1923 - 436 páginas |
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... cold icy car : Clouds there encircle the forms of my fathers ; They dwell in the tempests of dark Loch na Garr . " Ill - starr'd , though brave , did no visions foreboding Tell you that fate had forsaken your cause ? " Ah ! were you ...
... cold icy car : Clouds there encircle the forms of my fathers ; They dwell in the tempests of dark Loch na Garr . " Ill - starr'd , though brave , did no visions foreboding Tell you that fate had forsaken your cause ? " Ah ! were you ...
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... cold , Colder thy kiss ; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this . The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow- It felt like the warning Of what I feel now . Thy vows are all broken , And light is thy fame : I hear thy name spoken ...
... cold , Colder thy kiss ; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this . The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow- It felt like the warning Of what I feel now . Thy vows are all broken , And light is thy fame : I hear thy name spoken ...
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... cold as e'en the dead can be , It feels , it sickens with the chill . 99 Thou bitter pledge ! thou mournful token ! Though painful , welcome to my breast ! Still , still preserve that love unbroken , Or break the heart to which thou'rt ...
... cold as e'en the dead can be , It feels , it sickens with the chill . 99 Thou bitter pledge ! thou mournful token ! Though painful , welcome to my breast ! Still , still preserve that love unbroken , Or break the heart to which thou'rt ...
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... cold , That felt not , fired not to the tone , Till David's lyre grew mightier than his throne ! II It told the triumphs of our King , It wafted glory to our God ; It made our gladden'd valleys ring , The cedars bow , the mountains nod ...
... cold , That felt not , fired not to the tone , Till David's lyre grew mightier than his throne ! II It told the triumphs of our King , It wafted glory to our God ; It made our gladden'd valleys ring , The cedars bow , the mountains nod ...
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... cold : Such are mine ; and such shall be Thine to - morrow , when with me : Ere the coming day is done , Such shalt thou be , such thy son . Fare thee well , but for a day , Then we mix our mouldering clay . Thou , thy race , lie pale ...
... cold : Such are mine ; and such shall be Thine to - morrow , when with me : Ere the coming day is done , Such shalt thou be , such thy son . Fare thee well , but for a day , Then we mix our mouldering clay . Thou , thy race , lie pale ...
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Selected Poems of Lord Byron George Gordon Byron Baron Byron,Nathan Haskell Dole Vista completa - 1893 |
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