Selected Poems of Lord ByronHumphrey, Milford, Oxford University Press, 1923 - 436 páginas |
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... hath no Freedom to fight for at home ' Epigram . The World is a Bundle of Hay ' The Charity Ball Epigram on the Braziers ' Company Epigram on my Wedding - Day On my thirty - third Birthday Epigrams on Lord Castlereagh John Keats To Mr ...
... hath no Freedom to fight for at home ' Epigram . The World is a Bundle of Hay ' The Charity Ball Epigram on the Braziers ' Company Epigram on my Wedding - Day On my thirty - third Birthday Epigrams on Lord Castlereagh John Keats To Mr ...
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... hath ceas'd to lower , And pain been transient or unknown . Ay , but to die , and go , " alas ! Where all have gone , and all must go ! To be the nothing that I was Ere born to life and living woe ! Count o'er the joys thine hours have ...
... hath ceas'd to lower , And pain been transient or unknown . Ay , but to die , and go , " alas ! Where all have gone , and all must go ! To be the nothing that I was Ere born to life and living woe ! Count o'er the joys thine hours have ...
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... hath fallen so far . II Ill - minded man ! why scourge thy kind Who bow'd so low the knee ? By gazing on thyself grown blind , Thou taught'st the rest to see . With might unquestion'd , -power to save , - Thine only gift hath been the ...
... hath fallen so far . II Ill - minded man ! why scourge thy kind Who bow'd so low the knee ? By gazing on thyself grown blind , Thou taught'st the rest to see . With might unquestion'd , -power to save , - Thine only gift hath been the ...
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... hath been The footstool of a thing so mean ; X And Earth hath spilt her blood for him , Who thus can hoard his own ! And Monarchs bow'd the trembling limb , And thank'd him for a throne ! 60 70 80 Fair Freedom ! we may hold thee dear ...
... hath been The footstool of a thing so mean ; X And Earth hath spilt her blood for him , Who thus can hoard his own ! And Monarchs bow'd the trembling limb , And thank'd him for a throne ! 60 70 80 Fair Freedom ! we may hold thee dear ...
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... hath now Transferr'd his by - word to thy brow . XV " " Thou Timour ! in his captive's cage What thoughts will there be thine , While brooding in thy prison'd rage ? But one " The world was mine ! Unless , like he of Babylon , All sense ...
... hath now Transferr'd his by - word to thy brow . XV " " Thou Timour ! in his captive's cage What thoughts will there be thine , While brooding in thy prison'd rage ? But one " The world was mine ! Unless , like he of Babylon , All sense ...
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Selected Poems of Lord Byron George Gordon Byron Baron Byron,Nathan Haskell Dole Vista completa - 1893 |
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