Selected Poems of Lord ByronHumphrey, Milford, Oxford University Press, 1923 - 436 páginas |
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... voices Rise on the night - rolling breath of the gale ? " Surely the soul of the hero rejoices , ; And rides on the wind , o'er his own Highland vale . Round Loch na Garr while the stormy mist gathers , Winter presides in his cold icy ...
... voices Rise on the night - rolling breath of the gale ? " Surely the soul of the hero rejoices , ; And rides on the wind , o'er his own Highland vale . Round Loch na Garr while the stormy mist gathers , Winter presides in his cold icy ...
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... voice of Victory , To thee the breath of life ; The sword , the sceptre , and that sway Which man seem'd made but to obey , Wherewith renown was rife- All quell'd ! —Dark Spirit ! what must be The madness of thy memory ! 30 V The ...
... voice of Victory , To thee the breath of life ; The sword , the sceptre , and that sway Which man seem'd made but to obey , Wherewith renown was rife- All quell'd ! —Dark Spirit ! what must be The madness of thy memory ! 30 V The ...
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... voice ? III Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast , How shall ye flee away and be at rest ! The wild - dove hath her nest , the fox his cave , Mankind their country - Israel but the grave ! ON JORDAN'S BANKS I ON Jordan's banks ...
... voice ? III Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast , How shall ye flee away and be at rest ! The wild - dove hath her nest , the fox his cave , Mankind their country - Israel but the grave ! ON JORDAN'S BANKS I ON Jordan's banks ...
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... voice of my mourning is o'er , And the mountains behold me no more : If the hand that I love lay me low ! There cannot be pain in the blow ! III And of this , oh , my Father ! be sure- That the blood of thy child is as pure As the ...
... voice of my mourning is o'er , And the mountains behold me no more : If the hand that I love lay me low ! There cannot be pain in the blow ! III And of this , oh , my Father ! be sure- That the blood of thy child is as pure As the ...
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... voices pour'd ! To weep would do thy glory wrong : Thou shalt not be deplored . SAUL I THOU whose spell can raise the dead , Bid the prophet's form appear . 66 Samuel , raise thy buried head ! King , behold the phantom seer ! " Earth ...
... voices pour'd ! To weep would do thy glory wrong : Thou shalt not be deplored . SAUL I THOU whose spell can raise the dead , Bid the prophet's form appear . 66 Samuel , raise thy buried head ! King , behold the phantom seer ! " Earth ...
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Selected Poems of Lord Byron George Gordon Byron Baron Byron,Nathan Haskell Dole Vista completa - 1893 |
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