Poems and DramasCrowell - 855 páginas |
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... leave to me Do not doubt it , The means , and calm yourself . Doge . Would have sufficed but yesterday ; at present Hold , nephew : this I have no further wrath against this man . Ber . F. What mean you ? is not the of- fence redoubled ...
... leave to me Do not doubt it , The means , and calm yourself . Doge . Would have sufficed but yesterday ; at present Hold , nephew : this I have no further wrath against this man . Ber . F. What mean you ? is not the of- fence redoubled ...
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... leave you leave the slaves Who slew me : and when you have borne away All safe off to your boats , blow one long blast Upon the trumpet as you quit the palace . The river's brink is too remote , its stream Too loud at present to permit ...
... leave you leave the slaves Who slew me : and when you have borne away All safe off to your boats , blow one long blast Upon the trumpet as you quit the palace . The river's brink is too remote , its stream Too loud at present to permit ...
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... leave us for awhile- We mean to sacrifice . Adah . Farewell , my Cain ; But first embrace thy son . May his soft ... leave me , Abel . Abel . Thine eyes are flashing with un- natural light- Thy cheek is flushed with an unnatural hue- Thy ...
... leave us for awhile- We mean to sacrifice . Adah . Farewell , my Cain ; But first embrace thy son . May his soft ... leave me , Abel . Abel . Thine eyes are flashing with un- natural light- Thy cheek is flushed with an unnatural hue- Thy ...
Contenido
HOURS OF IDLENESS | 1 |
LIFE OF LORD BYRON | 2 |
To Mary on receiving her Picture | 15 |
Otras 29 secciones no mostradas
Términos y frases comunes
adieu Alhama Ali Pacha Athens bard beauty behold beneath better blest blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath brow Calmar Canto Childe Harold Countess Guiccioli dare dark dead dear death deeds deep Doge doom dread dream earth Edinburgh Review fair fame fate fear feel foes forget gaze Giaour glory glow grave Greece Greek hand hath heard heart heaven honor hope hour Lady less lips live look Lord Byron lyre Marino Faliero mind Morgante mortal mountain mourn muse ne'er never Newstead Abbey night o'er once Orlando Parisina passed passion Petrarch poem poet praise pride Ravenna rhyme round scarce scene seemed shore sigh sleep smile song soul spirit stanzas sweet tears thee thine thing thou thought throne tomb twas twill Venice verse voice wave weep wild wing words young youth