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... Twas but an instant he restrain'd That fiery barb so sternly rein'd ; ' Twas but a moment that he stood , Then 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 ...
... Twas but an instant he restrain'd That fiery barb so sternly rein'd ; ' Twas but a moment that he stood , Then 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 ...
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... Twas sweet of yore to see it play And chase the sultriness of day , As springing high the silver dew In whirls fantastically flew , And flung luxurious coolness round The air , and verdure o'er the ground . ' Twas sweet , when cloudless ...
... Twas sweet of yore to see it play And chase the sultriness of day , As springing high the silver dew In whirls fantastically flew , And flung luxurious coolness round The air , and verdure o'er the ground . ' Twas sweet , when cloudless ...
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... twas but the beam That checker'd o'er the living stream : I gazed , till vanishing from view , Like lessening pebble it withdrew ; Still less and less , a speck of white That gemm'd the tide , then mock'd the sight ; And all its hidden ...
... twas but the beam That checker'd o'er the living stream : I gazed , till vanishing from view , Like lessening pebble it withdrew ; Still less and less , a speck of white That gemm'd the tide , then mock'd the sight ; And all its hidden ...
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... Twas then she went as to the bath , Which Hassan vainly search'd in wrath ; For she was flown her master's rage In likeness of a Georgian page , And far beyond the Moslem's power Had wrong'd him with the faithless Giaour . Somewhat of ...
... Twas then she went as to the bath , Which Hassan vainly search'd in wrath ; For she was flown her master's rage In likeness of a Georgian page , And far beyond the Moslem's power Had wrong'd him with the faithless Giaour . Somewhat of ...
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... Twas shed for her , who died for me , " It warm'd the heart of one abhorr'd : " Nay , start not - no - nor bend thy knee , " Nor midst my sins such act record ; " Thou wilt absolve me from the deed , " For he was hostile to thy creed ...
... Twas shed for her , who died for me , " It warm'd the heart of one abhorr'd : " Nay , start not - no - nor bend thy knee , " Nor midst my sins such act record ; " Thou wilt absolve me from the deed , " For he was hostile to thy creed ...
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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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