Childe Harold's PilgrimageLovell Brothers, 1813 - 270 sider |
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... smile for which my breast might vainly sigh , Could I to thee be ever more than friend : This much , dear maid , accord : nor question why To one so young my strain I would commend , But bid me with my wreath one matchless lily blend ...
... smile for which my breast might vainly sigh , Could I to thee be ever more than friend : This much , dear maid , accord : nor question why To one so young my strain I would commend , But bid me with my wreath one matchless lily blend ...
Side 178
... her den Now Paphian girls were known to sing and smile ; And monks might deem their time was come agen , If ancient tales say true , nor wrong these holy men . VIII . Yet oft - time in his maddest mirthful 178 CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... her den Now Paphian girls were known to sing and smile ; And monks might deem their time was come agen , If ancient tales say true , nor wrong these holy men . VIII . Yet oft - time in his maddest mirthful 178 CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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... smile in Danger's Gorgon face , Thin the clos'd ranks , and lead in Glory's fearful chase . LVI . Her lover sinks - she sheds no ill - tim'd tear ; Her chief is slain - she fills his fatal post ; Her fellows flee - she checks their base ...
... smile in Danger's Gorgon face , Thin the clos'd ranks , and lead in Glory's fearful chase . LVI . Her lover sinks - she sheds no ill - tim'd tear ; Her chief is slain - she fills his fatal post ; Her fellows flee - she checks their base ...
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... smile that sinks beneath his fate ? Nought that he saw his sadness could abate ; Yet once he struggled ' gainst the demon's sway , And as in Beauty's bower he pensive sate , Pour'd forth this umpremeditated lay , To charms as fair as ...
... smile that sinks beneath his fate ? Nought that he saw his sadness could abate ; Yet once he struggled ' gainst the demon's sway , And as in Beauty's bower he pensive sate , Pour'd forth this umpremeditated lay , To charms as fair as ...
Side 201
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. TO INEZ . 1 . NAY , smile not at my sullen brow , Alas ! I cannot smile again ; Yet heaven avert that ever thou Shouldst weep , and haply weep in vain . 2 . And dost thou ask , what secret woe I bear ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. TO INEZ . 1 . NAY , smile not at my sullen brow , Alas ! I cannot smile again ; Yet heaven avert that ever thou Shouldst weep , and haply weep in vain . 2 . And dost thou ask , what secret woe I bear ...
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