The Poetical Works of Lord Byron: With LifeGall & Inglis, 1857 - Всего страниц: 576 |
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... Lost in the murmurs of the sighing gale ! The trench is pass'd , and , favour'd by the night , Through sleeping foes they wheel their wary flight When shall the sleep of many a foe be o'er ? Alas ! some slumber who shall wake no more ...
... Lost in the murmurs of the sighing gale ! The trench is pass'd , and , favour'd by the night , Through sleeping foes they wheel their wary flight When shall the sleep of many a foe be o'er ? Alas ! some slumber who shall wake no more ...
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... lost . Man . Thou know'st me not ; My days are number'd , and my deeds recorded : Retire , or ' twill be dangerous - Away ! Abbot . Man . Thou dost not mean to menace me ? I simply tell thee peril is at hand , And would preserve thee ...
... lost . Man . Thou know'st me not ; My days are number'd , and my deeds recorded : Retire , or ' twill be dangerous - Away ! Abbot . Man . Thou dost not mean to menace me ? I simply tell thee peril is at hand , And would preserve thee ...
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... lost . And now upon the scene I look , The azure grave of many a Roman ; Where stern Ambition once forsook His wavering crown to follow woman . Florence ! whom I will love as well As ever yet was said or sung , ( Since Orpheus sang his ...
... lost . And now upon the scene I look , The azure grave of many a Roman ; Where stern Ambition once forsook His wavering crown to follow woman . Florence ! whom I will love as well As ever yet was said or sung , ( Since Orpheus sang his ...
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HOURS OF IDLENESS | 3 |
Leaving Newstead Abbey Through thy battlements | 9 |
Damætas In law an infant | 29 |
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