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... hand of his minstrel , by death . 4 . Paul and Hubert too sleep in the valley of Cressy ; For the safety of Edward and England they fell ; My Fathers ! the tears of your country redress ye ; How you fought , how you died , still her ...
... hand of his minstrel , by death . 4 . Paul and Hubert too sleep in the valley of Cressy ; For the safety of Edward and England they fell ; My Fathers ! the tears of your country redress ye ; How you fought , how you died , still her ...
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... hand . » 59 . The crimson glow of Allan's face Was turn'd at once to ghastly hue ; The drops of death each other chase , Adown in agonizing dew . 60 . Thrice did he raise the goblet high , And thrice his lips refused to taste ; For ...
... hand . » 59 . The crimson glow of Allan's face Was turn'd at once to ghastly hue ; The drops of death each other chase , Adown in agonizing dew . 60 . Thrice did he raise the goblet high , And thrice his lips refused to taste ; For ...
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... hand , Exulting demons wing'd his dart , While Envy wav'd her burning brand , And pour'd her venom round his heart . 73 . Swift is the shaft from Allan's bow : Whose streaming life - blood stains his side ? Dark Oscar's sable crest is ...
... hand , Exulting demons wing'd his dart , While Envy wav'd her burning brand , And pour'd her venom round his heart . 73 . Swift is the shaft from Allan's bow : Whose streaming life - blood stains his side ? Dark Oscar's sable crest is ...
Side 40
... Guilt would benumb his palsied hand , His harp in shuddering chords would break . 79 . No lyre of fame , no hallow'd verse , Shall sound his glories high in air , A dying father's bitter curse , A brother's death - 40 POEMS .
... Guilt would benumb his palsied hand , His harp in shuddering chords would break . 79 . No lyre of fame , no hallow'd verse , Shall sound his glories high in air , A dying father's bitter curse , A brother's death - 40 POEMS .
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... hand alike controll'd , Fit comrades in Elysian regions move . TRANSLATION FROM CATULLUS LUCTUS DE MORTE PASSE IS . YE Cupids , droop each little head , Nor let your wings with joy be spread , My Lesbia's fav'rite bird is dead , Whom ...
... hand alike controll'd , Fit comrades in Elysian regions move . TRANSLATION FROM CATULLUS LUCTUS DE MORTE PASSE IS . YE Cupids , droop each little head , Nor let your wings with joy be spread , My Lesbia's fav'rite bird is dead , Whom ...
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Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volum 4 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron,Thomas Moore Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1832 |
The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volum 4 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron,Thomas Moore Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1832 |
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