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... the cold stranger pass'd to other climes : Hard is his heart whom charms may
not enslave ; But Harold felt not as in other times , And left without a sigh the land
of war and crimes . XVII . He that has saild upon the dark blue sea Has view'd at ...
... the cold stranger pass'd to other climes : Hard is his heart whom charms may
not enslave ; But Harold felt not as in other times , And left without a sigh the land
of war and crimes . XVII . He that has saild upon the dark blue sea Has view'd at ...
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It chanced that adverse winds once drove his bark Full on the coast of Suli's
shaggy shore, When all around was desolate and dark; To land was perilous, to
sojourn more; Yet for awhile the mariners forbore, Dubious to trust where
treachery ...
It chanced that adverse winds once drove his bark Full on the coast of Suli's
shaggy shore, When all around was desolate and dark; To land was perilous, to
sojourn more; Yet for awhile the mariners forbore, Dubious to trust where
treachery ...
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Tambourgi * ! thy ' larum afar Gives hope to the valiant , and promise of war ; All
the sons of the mountains arise at the note , Chimariot , Illyrian , and dark Suliote !
2 Oh ! who is more brave than a dark Suliote , In his snowy camese and his ...
Tambourgi * ! thy ' larum afar Gives hope to the valiant , and promise of war ; All
the sons of the mountains arise at the note , Chimariot , Illyrian , and dark Suliote !
2 Oh ! who is more brave than a dark Suliote , In his snowy camese and his ...
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