The Works of Lord Byron, Volum 2John Murray, 1828 |
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Side 29
... calpac ( 31 ) rent - his caftan red_ “ Lady , a fearful bride thy Son hath wed : " Me , not from mercy , did they spare , " But this empurpled pledge to bear . " Peace to the brave ! whose blood is spilt : " Woe to the Giaour ! for his ...
... calpac ( 31 ) rent - his caftan red_ “ Lady , a fearful bride thy Son hath wed : " Me , not from mercy , did they spare , " But this empurpled pledge to bear . " Peace to the brave ! whose blood is spilt : " Woe to the Giaour ! for his ...
Side 56
... calpac rent - his caftan red . The " Calpac " is the solid cap or centre part of the head- dress ; the shawl is wound round it , and forms the turban . Note 32 , page 29 , line 15 . A turban carved in coarsest stone . The turban ...
... calpac rent - his caftan red . The " Calpac " is the solid cap or centre part of the head- dress ; the shawl is wound round it , and forms the turban . Note 32 , page 29 , line 15 . A turban carved in coarsest stone . The turban ...
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The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volum 2 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron,Thomas Moore Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1837 |
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