The Poetical Works of Lord Byron: With LifeGall & Inglis, 1857 - Всего страниц: 576 |
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... felt - for marble sometimes can , On such occasions , feel as much as man- The Tolbooth felt defrauded of his charms , If Jeffrey died , except within her arms : † Nay last , not least , on that portentous morn , The sixteenth storey ...
... felt - for marble sometimes can , On such occasions , feel as much as man- The Tolbooth felt defrauded of his charms , If Jeffrey died , except within her arms : † Nay last , not least , on that portentous morn , The sixteenth storey ...
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... felt the arm they would debase ; Scourge , with a whip of scorpions , those Whom vice and envy made my foes . " Upon his hand she laid her own- Light was the touch , but it thrill'd to the bone , And shot a chillness to his heart ...
... felt the arm they would debase ; Scourge , with a whip of scorpions , those Whom vice and envy made my foes . " Upon his hand she laid her own- Light was the touch , but it thrill'd to the bone , And shot a chillness to his heart ...
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... felt not half so much to part , As if its guilt had made thee mine . MONODY ON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT HON . R. B. SHERIDAN . SPOKEN AT DRURY - LANE THEATRE . WHEN the last sunshine of expiring day In summer's twilight weeps itself away ...
... felt not half so much to part , As if its guilt had made thee mine . MONODY ON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT HON . R. B. SHERIDAN . SPOKEN AT DRURY - LANE THEATRE . WHEN the last sunshine of expiring day In summer's twilight weeps itself away ...
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HOURS OF IDLENESS | 3 |
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