The Works of Lord Byron: 2Bernhard Tauchnitz, 1866 - 521 sidor |
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... wall ; My dog howls at the gate . 3 . " Come hither , hither , my little page ! Why dost thou weep and wail ? Or dost thou dread the billows ' rage , Or tremble at the gale ? But dash the tear - drop from thine eye ; Our ship is swift ...
... wall ; My dog howls at the gate . 3 . " Come hither , hither , my little page ! Why dost thou weep and wail ? Or dost thou dread the billows ' rage , Or tremble at the gale ? But dash the tear - drop from thine eye ; Our ship is swift ...
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... wall ? - Ne barrier wall , ne river deep and wide , Ne horrid crags , nor mountains dark and tall , Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul : XXXIII . But these between a silver streamlet glides , And scarce a name ...
... wall ? - Ne barrier wall , ne river deep and wide , Ne horrid crags , nor mountains dark and tall , Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul : XXXIII . But these between a silver streamlet glides , And scarce a name ...
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... walls . - XLVII . Not so the rustic with his trembling mate He lurks , nor casts his heavy eye afur , Lest he should view his vineyard desolate , Blasted below the dun hot breath of war . No more beneath soft Eve's consenting star ...
... walls . - XLVII . Not so the rustic with his trembling mate He lurks , nor casts his heavy eye afur , Lest he should view his vineyard desolate , Blasted below the dun hot breath of war . No more beneath soft Eve's consenting star ...
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... wall ? * LVII . Yet are Spain's maids no race of Amazons , But form'd for all the witching arts of love : Though thus in arms they emulate her sons , And in the horrid phalanx dare to move , " Tis but the tender fierceness of the dove ...
... wall ? * LVII . Yet are Spain's maids no race of Amazons , But form'd for all the witching arts of love : Though thus in arms they emulate her sons , And in the horrid phalanx dare to move , " Tis but the tender fierceness of the dove ...
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... walls of white ; Though not to one dome circumscribeth she Her worship , but , devoted to her rite , A thousand altars rise , for ever blazing bright . LXVII . From morn till night , from night till startled Morn Peeps blushing on the ...
... walls of white ; Though not to one dome circumscribeth she Her worship , but , devoted to her rite , A thousand altars rise , for ever blazing bright . LXVII . From morn till night , from night till startled Morn Peeps blushing on the ...
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Albanian Ali Pacha Ariosto arms Athens beauty beheld beneath blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath brow Canto cheek Childe Harold Cicero Conrad dare dark dead death deeds deep doom dread dream earth Egeria fair fame fate fear feel Ficus Ruminalis fix'd gaze Giaour glance gondoliers grave Greece Greek grief Gulnare hand hate hath heard heart heaven hills hope hour Italy Julius Cæsar land Lara Lara's less light lips live lonely look Lord Byron mind mortal mountains ne'er never night o'er once Parisina pass pass'd perchance Petrarch Pouqueville pride rest Roman Rome round scarce scene seem'd seen shine shore sigh slave smile song soul spirit Stanza steed stern tears thee thine things thou thought tomb turn'd twas Venetians Venice voice walls waves Whate'er wild wind words youth