Selected Poems of Lord ByronHumphrey, Milford, Oxford University Press, 1923 - 436 páginas |
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... past , For refuge we fly to the goblet at last ; There we find - do we not ? -in the flow of the soul , That truth , as of yore , is confined to the bowl . When the box of Pandora was opened on earth , And Misery's triumph commenced ...
... past , For refuge we fly to the goblet at last ; There we find - do we not ? -in the flow of the soul , That truth , as of yore , is confined to the bowl . When the box of Pandora was opened on earth , And Misery's triumph commenced ...
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... past , E'en Pain itself should smile on thee . But vain the wish - for Beauty still Will shrink , as shrinks the ebbing breath ; And Woman's tears , produced at will , Deceive in life , unman in death . Then lonely be my latest hour ...
... past , E'en Pain itself should smile on thee . But vain the wish - for Beauty still Will shrink , as shrinks the ebbing breath ; And Woman's tears , produced at will , Deceive in life , unman in death . Then lonely be my latest hour ...
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... past , And canst not alter now . The love where Death has set his seal , Nor age can chill , nor rival steal , Nor falsehood disavow : And , what were worse , thou canst not see Or wrong , or change , or fault in me . The better days of ...
... past , And canst not alter now . The love where Death has set his seal , Nor age can chill , nor rival steal , Nor falsehood disavow : And , what were worse , thou canst not see Or wrong , or change , or fault in me . The better days of ...
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... past ! And that too bitter moment o'er , Oh ! may such trial be thy last . This heart , alas ! perverted long , Itself destroy'd might there destroy ; To meet thee in the glittering throng , Would wake Presumption's hope of joy . Then ...
... past ! And that too bitter moment o'er , Oh ! may such trial be thy last . This heart , alas ! perverted long , Itself destroy'd might there destroy ; To meet thee in the glittering throng , Would wake Presumption's hope of joy . Then ...
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... past , the light of other days , Which shines , but warms not with its powerless rays ; A night - beam Sorrow watcheth to behold , Distinct , but distant - clear - but , oh how cold ! WERE MY BOSOM AS FALSE AS THOU DEEM'ST IT TO BE I ...
... past , the light of other days , Which shines , but warms not with its powerless rays ; A night - beam Sorrow watcheth to behold , Distinct , but distant - clear - but , oh how cold ! WERE MY BOSOM AS FALSE AS THOU DEEM'ST IT TO BE I ...
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Selected Poems of Lord Byron George Gordon Byron Baron Byron,Nathan Haskell Dole Vista completa - 1893 |
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