The Works of Lord Byron: 2Bernhard Tauchnitz, 1866 - 521 sidor |
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... dread the billows ' rage , Or tremble at the gale ? But dash the tear - drop from thine eye ; Our ship is swift and strong : Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly More merrily along . " 4 . " Let winds be shrill , let waves roll high , I ...
... dread the billows ' rage , Or tremble at the gale ? But dash the tear - drop from thine eye ; Our ship is swift and strong : Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly More merrily along . " 4 . " Let winds be shrill , let waves roll high , I ...
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... dread a French foeman ? Or shiver at the gale ? " " Deem'st thou I tremble for my life ? Sir Childe , I'm not so weak ; But thinking on an absent wife Will blanch a faithful cheek . 7 . " My spouse and boys dwell near thy hall , Along ...
... dread a French foeman ? Or shiver at the gale ? " " Deem'st thou I tremble for my life ? Sir Childe , I'm not so weak ; But thinking on an absent wife Will blanch a faithful cheek . 7 . " My spouse and boys dwell near thy hall , Along ...
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... dread , Now views the column - scattering bay'net jar , The falchion flash , and o'er the yet warm dead Stalks with Minerva's step where Mars might quake to tread . LV . Ye who shall marvel when you hear her tale , Oh ! had you known ...
... dread , Now views the column - scattering bay'net jar , The falchion flash , and o'er the yet warm dead Stalks with Minerva's step where Mars might quake to tread . LV . Ye who shall marvel when you hear her tale , Oh ! had you known ...
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... dread name both men and maids are sworn , And consecrate the oath with draught , and dance till morn . LXXI . All have their fooleries- not alike are thine , Fair Cadiz , rising o'er the dark blue sea ! Soon as the matin bell ...
... dread name both men and maids are sworn , And consecrate the oath with draught , and dance till morn . LXXI . All have their fooleries- not alike are thine , Fair Cadiz , rising o'er the dark blue sea ! Soon as the matin bell ...
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... dread sceptre and dominion dire Of men who never felt the sacred glow That thoughts of thee and thine on polish'd breasts bestow . II . Ancient of days ! august Athena ! ** where , Where are thy men of might ? thy grand in soul ? Gone ...
... dread sceptre and dominion dire Of men who never felt the sacred glow That thoughts of thee and thine on polish'd breasts bestow . II . Ancient of days ! august Athena ! ** where , Where are thy men of might ? thy grand in soul ? Gone ...
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