The Illustrated ByronD. Appleton & Company, 1855 - 660 páginas |
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... hath no vines , Blushing with Bacchant coronals along The paths , o'er which the far festoon entwines The red grape in the sunny lands of song , Hath yet a purchased choice of choicest wines ; The claret light , and the Madeira strong ...
... hath no vines , Blushing with Bacchant coronals along The paths , o'er which the far festoon entwines The red grape in the sunny lands of song , Hath yet a purchased choice of choicest wines ; The claret light , and the Madeira strong ...
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... hath been ; And when in that secret dread Thou hast turn'd around thy head , Thou shalt marvel I am not As thy shadow on the spot , And the power which thou dost feel Shall be what thou must conceal . And a magic voice and verse Hath ...
... hath been ; And when in that secret dread Thou hast turn'd around thy head , Thou shalt marvel I am not As thy shadow on the spot , And the power which thou dost feel Shall be what thou must conceal . And a magic voice and verse Hath ...
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... hath not the Most High expounded them ? Then ye are lost , as they are lost . Aho . So be it ! If they love as they are loved , they will not shrink More to be mortal , than I would to dare An immortality of agonies With Samiasa ! Anah ...
... hath not the Most High expounded them ? Then ye are lost , as they are lost . Aho . So be it ! If they love as they are loved , they will not shrink More to be mortal , than I would to dare An immortality of agonies With Samiasa ! Anah ...
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