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Fair Florence found , in sooth with some amaze , One who , ' twas said , still sigh'
d to all he saw , Withstand , unmoved , the lustre of her gaze , Which others hail'd
with real or mimic awe , Their hope , their doom , their punishment , their law ...
Fair Florence found , in sooth with some amaze , One who , ' twas said , still sigh'
d to all he saw , Withstand , unmoved , the lustre of her gaze , Which others hail'd
with real or mimic awe , Their hope , their doom , their punishment , their law ...
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Childe Harold at a little distance stood And view'd , but not displeased , the
revelrie , Nor hated harmless mirth , however rude : In sooth , it was no vulgar
sight to see Their barbarous , yet their not indecent , glee ; And , as the flames
along their ...
Childe Harold at a little distance stood And view'd , but not displeased , the
revelrie , Nor hated harmless mirth , however rude : In sooth , it was no vulgar
sight to see Their barbarous , yet their not indecent , glee ; And , as the flames
along their ...
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79 7 I love the fair face of the maid in her youth , Her caresses shall lull me , her
music shall sooth ; Let her bring from the chamber her many - toned lyre , And
sing us a song on the fall of her sire . 8 Remember the moment when Previsa fell
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79 7 I love the fair face of the maid in her youth , Her caresses shall lull me , her
music shall sooth ; Let her bring from the chamber her many - toned lyre , And
sing us a song on the fall of her sire . 8 Remember the moment when Previsa fell
...
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