The Illustrated ByronD. Appleton & Company, 1855 - 660 páginas |
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... round the promontory , And the loud breaker boils against the rock , And sober suns must set at five o'clock . CXXXV . " T was , as the watchmen say , a cloudy night ; No moon , no stars , the wind was low or loud By gusts , and many a ...
... round the promontory , And the loud breaker boils against the rock , And sober suns must set at five o'clock . CXXXV . " T was , as the watchmen say , a cloudy night ; No moon , no stars , the wind was low or loud By gusts , and many a ...
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... round an altar - piece they cling To the fire - side ( a sight to touch a sinner ) . A lady with her daughters or her nieces Shine like a guinea and seven - shilling pieces . LXI . Old Lambro pass'd unseen a private gate , And stood ...
... round an altar - piece they cling To the fire - side ( a sight to touch a sinner ) . A lady with her daughters or her nieces Shine like a guinea and seven - shilling pieces . LXI . Old Lambro pass'd unseen a private gate , And stood ...
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... round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around , in pitiless horror set , LXX . * And mounts in spray the skies , and thence again Returns in an unceasing shower , which round , With its unemptied cloud of gentle rain , Is an eternal ...
... round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around , in pitiless horror set , LXX . * And mounts in spray the skies , and thence again Returns in an unceasing shower , which round , With its unemptied cloud of gentle rain , Is an eternal ...
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