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—whose love and life together fled , Have left me here to love and live in
vainTwined with my heart , and can I deem thee dead , When busy Memory
flashes on my brain ? Well — I will dream that we may meet again , And woo the
vision to my ...
—whose love and life together fled , Have left me here to love and live in
vainTwined with my heart , and can I deem thee dead , When busy Memory
flashes on my brain ? Well — I will dream that we may meet again , And woo the
vision to my ...
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Could she not live who life eternal gave ? If life eternal may await the lyre , That
only Heaven to which Earth's children may aspire . XL . ' Twas on a Grecian
autumn's gentle eve Childe Harold hail'd Leucadia's cape afar ; A spot he long'd
to ...
Could she not live who life eternal gave ? If life eternal may await the lyre , That
only Heaven to which Earth's children may aspire . XL . ' Twas on a Grecian
autumn's gentle eve Childe Harold hail'd Leucadia's cape afar ; A spot he long'd
to ...
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3 Shall the sons of Chimari , who never forgive The fault of a friend , bid an
enemy live ? Let those guns so unerring such vengeance forego ? What mark is
so fair as the breast of a foe ? 1 + Macedonia sends forth her invincible race ; For
a ...
3 Shall the sons of Chimari , who never forgive The fault of a friend , bid an
enemy live ? Let those guns so unerring such vengeance forego ? What mark is
so fair as the breast of a foe ? 1 + Macedonia sends forth her invincible race ; For
a ...
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