The Poetical Works of Lord Byron: With LifeGall & Inglis, 1857 - Всего страниц: 576 |
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... foes lament on Fox's death , But bless the hour when PITT resign'd his breath . These feelings wide , let sense and truth unclue , We give the palm where justice points its due . " TO WHICH BYRON SENT THE FOLLOWING REPLY . OH factious ...
... foes lament on Fox's death , But bless the hour when PITT resign'd his breath . These feelings wide , let sense and truth unclue , We give the palm where justice points its due . " TO WHICH BYRON SENT THE FOLLOWING REPLY . OH factious ...
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... foes that gave the wound , The dying ask revenge in vain . With steel unsheath'd , and carbine bent , Some o'er their courser's harness leant , Half shelter'd by the steed ; Some fly behind the nearest rock , And there await the coming ...
... foes that gave the wound , The dying ask revenge in vain . With steel unsheath'd , and carbine bent , Some o'er their courser's harness leant , Half shelter'd by the steed ; Some fly behind the nearest rock , And there await the coming ...
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... foes ; Yea - foes - to me will Giaffir's hate decline ? And is not Osman , who would part us , thine ? XXL . " His head and faith from doubt and death Return'd in time my guard to save ; Few heard , none told , that o'er the wave From ...
... foes ; Yea - foes - to me will Giaffir's hate decline ? And is not Osman , who would part us , thine ? XXL . " His head and faith from doubt and death Return'd in time my guard to save ; Few heard , none told , that o'er the wave From ...
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