The Works of Lord Byron, Volum 2John Murray, 1828 |
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... Youth along Its bank been soothed by Beauty's song ; And softer seem'd each melting tone Of Music mingled with its own . But ne'er shall Hassan's Age repose Along the brink at Twilight's close : The stream that fill'd that font is fled ...
... Youth along Its bank been soothed by Beauty's song ; And softer seem'd each melting tone Of Music mingled with its own . But ne'er shall Hassan's Age repose Along the brink at Twilight's close : The stream that fill'd that font is fled ...
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... a crime or care , " Save transient ills that all must bear , " Has been thy lot from youth to age ; " And thou wilt bless thee from the rage VOL . II . E " Of passions fierce and uncontroll'd , " Such as THE GIAOUR . 37.
... a crime or care , " Save transient ills that all must bear , " Has been thy lot from youth to age ; " And thou wilt bless thee from the rage VOL . II . E " Of passions fierce and uncontroll'd , " Such as THE GIAOUR . 37.
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... youth , " This bed of death - attest my truth ! " " Tis all too late - thou wert , thou art " The cherish'd madness of my heart ! " And she was lost - and yet I breathed , " But not the breath of human life : " A serpent round my heart ...
... youth , " This bed of death - attest my truth ! " " Tis all too late - thou wert , thou art " The cherish'd madness of my heart ! " And she was lost - and yet I breathed , " But not the breath of human life : " A serpent round my heart ...
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... youth had been , " In pain , my faltering tongue had tried " To bless his memory ere I died ; " But Heaven in wrath would turn away , " If Guilt should for the guiltless pray . 66 66 I do not ask him not to blame , Too gentle he to ...
... youth had been , " In pain , my faltering tongue had tried " To bless his memory ere I died ; " But Heaven in wrath would turn away , " If Guilt should for the guiltless pray . 66 66 I do not ask him not to blame , Too gentle he to ...
Side 76
... youth had lost her force , He hated man too much to feel remorse , And thought the voice of wrath a sacred call , To pay the injuries of some on all . He knew himself a villain - but he deem'd The rest no better than the thing he seem'd ...
... youth had lost her force , He hated man too much to feel remorse , And thought the voice of wrath a sacred call , To pay the injuries of some on all . He knew himself a villain - but he deem'd The rest no better than the thing he seem'd ...
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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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