The Poetical Works of Lord Byron: With LifeGall & Inglis, 1857 - Всего страниц: 576 |
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... hand - the grating of his chain Too harshly told him that he lived again . " What is that form ? if not a shape of air , Methinks , my jailor's face shows wondrous fair ! " . " Pirate ! thou know'st me not - but I am one , Grateful for ...
... hand - the grating of his chain Too harshly told him that he lived again . " What is that form ? if not a shape of air , Methinks , my jailor's face shows wondrous fair ! " . " Pirate ! thou know'st me not - but I am one , Grateful for ...
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... hand , And therefore came I , in my bark of war , To smite the smiter with the scimitar ; Such is my weapon - not ... hand . The guards are gain'd - one moment all were o'er- Corsair we meet in safety or no more ; If errs my feeble hand ...
... hand , And therefore came I , in my bark of war , To smite the smiter with the scimitar ; Such is my weapon - not ... hand . The guards are gain'd - one moment all were o'er- Corsair we meet in safety or no more ; If errs my feeble hand ...
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... hand - nor sign of ill- " Thanks to that softening heart - she could not kill ! " Again he look'd , the wildness of her eye Starts from the day abrupt and fearfully . She stopp'd - threw back her dark far - floating hair . That nearly ...
... hand - nor sign of ill- " Thanks to that softening heart - she could not kill ! " Again he look'd , the wildness of her eye Starts from the day abrupt and fearfully . She stopp'd - threw back her dark far - floating hair . That nearly ...
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