The Works of Lord Byron, Volum 2John Murray, 1828 |
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... sped as if by death pursued ; But in that instant o'er his soul Winters of Memory seem'd to roll , And gather in that drop of time A life of pain , an age of crime . VOL . II . O'er him who loves , or hates , or fears THE GIAOUR . 13.
... sped as if by death pursued ; But in that instant o'er his soul Winters of Memory seem'd to roll , And gather in that drop of time A life of pain , an age of crime . VOL . II . O'er him who loves , or hates , or fears THE GIAOUR . 13.
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... pain , the loss of peace , From infant's play , and man's caprice : The lovely toy so fiercely sought Hath lost its charm by being caught , For every touch that wooed its stay Hath brush'd its brightest hues away , Till charm , and hue ...
... pain , the loss of peace , From infant's play , and man's caprice : The lovely toy so fiercely sought Hath lost its charm by being caught , For every touch that wooed its stay Hath brush'd its brightest hues away , Till charm , and hue ...
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... pain , And darts into her desperate brain : So do the dark in soul expire , Or live like Scorpion girt by fire ; ( 17 ) So writhes the mind Remorse hath riven , Unfit for earth , undoom'd for heaven , Darkness above , despair beneath ...
... pain , And darts into her desperate brain : So do the dark in soul expire , Or live like Scorpion girt by fire ; ( 17 ) So writhes the mind Remorse hath riven , Unfit for earth , undoom'd for heaven , Darkness above , despair beneath ...
Side 31
... then " It was so mark'd with inward pain , " I could not pass it by again ; " It breathes the same dark spirit now , " As death were stamp'd upon his brow . " " " Tis twice three years at summer tide " THE GIAOUR . 31.
... then " It was so mark'd with inward pain , " I could not pass it by again ; " It breathes the same dark spirit now , " As death were stamp'd upon his brow . " " " Tis twice three years at summer tide " THE GIAOUR . 31.
Side 36
... pain is slight relief ; The vacant bosom's wilderness Might thank the pang that made it less . We loathe what none are left to share : Even bliss - ' twere woe alone to bear ; The heart once left thus desolate Must fly at last for ease ...
... pain is slight relief ; The vacant bosom's wilderness Might thank the pang that made it less . We loathe what none are left to share : Even bliss - ' twere woe alone to bear ; The heart once left thus desolate Must fly at last for ease ...
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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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