The Works of Lord Byron: Poetry, Volym 1John Murray, 1898 |
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... sweet , Since worth of rank supplies the place . November , 1802 . i . Your fame , and your memory , still will he cherish .— [ 4to ] the Civil Wars , suffered much for their loyalty , and lost all their present fortunes . " ( See Life ...
... sweet , Since worth of rank supplies the place . November , 1802 . i . Your fame , and your memory , still will he cherish .— [ 4to ] the Civil Wars , suffered much for their loyalty , and lost all their present fortunes . " ( See Life ...
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... sweet lips were join'd to mine ; The tears that from my eyelids flow'd Were lost in those which fell from thine . 4 . Thou could'st not feel my burning cheek , Thy gushing tears had quench'd its flame , And , as thy tongue essay'd to ...
... sweet lips were join'd to mine ; The tears that from my eyelids flow'd Were lost in those which fell from thine . 4 . Thou could'st not feel my burning cheek , Thy gushing tears had quench'd its flame , And , as thy tongue essay'd to ...
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... sweet it breathes my name , Our passions still are not the same ; Alas ! you cannot love like me . 5 . For e'en your lip seems steep'd in snow , And though so oft it meets my kiss , It burns with no responsive glow , Nor melts like mine ...
... sweet it breathes my name , Our passions still are not the same ; Alas ! you cannot love like me . 5 . For e'en your lip seems steep'd in snow , And though so oft it meets my kiss , It burns with no responsive glow , Nor melts like mine ...
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... sweet sceptic , the cause of emotion , No doubt can the mind of your lover invade ; He worships each look with such faithful devotion , A smile can enchant , or a tear can dissuade . 6 . But as death , my belov'd , soon or late shall o ...
... sweet sceptic , the cause of emotion , No doubt can the mind of your lover invade ; He worships each look with such faithful devotion , A smile can enchant , or a tear can dissuade . 6 . But as death , my belov'd , soon or late shall o ...
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... Sweet scenes of my childhood ! your blest recollection , Has wrung from these eyelids , to weeping long dead , In torrents , the tears of my warmest affection , The last and the fondest , I ever shall shed.— [ 4to . P. on V. Occasions ...
... Sweet scenes of my childhood ! your blest recollection , Has wrung from these eyelids , to weeping long dead , In torrents , the tears of my warmest affection , The last and the fondest , I ever shall shed.— [ 4to . P. on V. Occasions ...
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