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Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.

The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His Works - Página 85
de George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - 212 páginas
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The Vampire of New York

Lee Hunt - 2008 - 372 páginas

...bright in her eyes, unable to meet his look. "There's another verse," said the Vampyr, and he quoted, "For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, / And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; / And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, / And their hearts but once heaved,...

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