The Illustrated ByronD. Appleton & Company, 1855 - 660 páginas |
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... hope ? " Tis strange - even those who do despair above , Yet shape themselves some fantasy on earth , With the true church , and through the church to To which frail twig they cling , like drowning men . Heaven . Man . I hear thee ...
... hope ? " Tis strange - even those who do despair above , Yet shape themselves some fantasy on earth , With the true church , and through the church to To which frail twig they cling , like drowning men . Heaven . Man . I hear thee ...
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... hope , depress with fear Yet I conceal my love , -and why ? I would not force a painful tear . I ne'er have told my love , yet thou Hast seen my ardent flame too well ; And shall I plead my passion now , To make thy bosom's heaven a ...
... hope , depress with fear Yet I conceal my love , -and why ? I would not force a painful tear . I ne'er have told my love , yet thou Hast seen my ardent flame too well ; And shall I plead my passion now , To make thy bosom's heaven a ...
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... hope of Alva's age is o'er ; Alas ! can pangs like these be just ? " Thus did the hapless parent mourn , Till Time , which soothes severest woe , Had bade serenity return , And made the tear - drop cease to flow . For still some latent hope ...
... hope of Alva's age is o'er ; Alas ! can pangs like these be just ? " Thus did the hapless parent mourn , Till Time , which soothes severest woe , Had bade serenity return , And made the tear - drop cease to flow . For still some latent hope ...
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