Selections from Byron: Childe Harold, Canto IV, The Prisoner of Chillon, Mazeppa, and Other PoemsGinn, 1911 - 185 sidor |
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... hope of rest ; ' Tis but as ivy - leaves around the ruined turret wreath , All green and wildly fresh without , but worn and grey beneath . V Oh , could I feel as I have felt , - Or weep as I could once have scene ; or be what I have ...
... hope of rest ; ' Tis but as ivy - leaves around the ruined turret wreath , All green and wildly fresh without , but worn and grey beneath . V Oh , could I feel as I have felt , - Or weep as I could once have scene ; or be what I have ...
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... hope , or legend old , Or song heroically bold ; But even these at length grew cold . Our voices took a dreary tone , An echo of the dungeon stone , A grating sound , not full and free As they of yore were wont to be : It might be fancy ...
... hope , or legend old , Or song heroically bold ; But even these at length grew cold . Our voices took a dreary tone , An echo of the dungeon stone , A grating sound , not full and free As they of yore were wont to be : It might be fancy ...
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... hope my own to raise , For I was sunk in silence - lost In this last loss , of all the most ; And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting Nature's feebleness , More slowly drawn , grew less and less : 200 · I listened , but I could ...
... hope my own to raise , For I was sunk in silence - lost In this last loss , of all the most ; And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting Nature's feebleness , More slowly drawn , grew less and less : 200 · I listened , but I could ...
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... hope - but faith , And that forbade a selfish death . IX What next befell me then and there I know not well I never knew First came the loss of light , and air , And then of darkness too : I had no thought , no feeling- none 210 220 230 ...
... hope - but faith , And that forbade a selfish death . IX What next befell me then and there I know not well I never knew First came the loss of light , and air , And then of darkness too : I had no thought , no feeling- none 210 220 230 ...
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... hope my eyes to raise , And clear them of their dreary mote ; At last men came to set me free ; I asked not why , and recked not where ; It was at length the same to me , Fettered or fetterless to be , I learned to love despair . And ...
... hope my eyes to raise , And clear them of their dreary mote ; At last men came to set me free ; I asked not why , and recked not where ; It was at length the same to me , Fettered or fetterless to be , I learned to love despair . And ...
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