The Works of Lord Byron, Band 4Baudry, 1823 |
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... wings her flight To the regions of night , And my corse shall recline on its bier : As ye pass by the tomb , Where my ashes consume , Oh ! moisten their dust with a Tear . 12 . May no marble bestow The splendour of woe , Which the ...
... wings her flight To the regions of night , And my corse shall recline on its bier : As ye pass by the tomb , Where my ashes consume , Oh ! moisten their dust with a Tear . 12 . May no marble bestow The splendour of woe , Which the ...
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... wings we try ; Clip not our pinions , ere the birds can fly ; Failing in this our first attempt to soar , Drooping , alas ! we fall to rise no more . Not one poor trembler , only , fear betrays , Who hopes , yet almost dreads , to meet ...
... wings we try ; Clip not our pinions , ere the birds can fly ; Failing in this our first attempt to soar , Drooping , alas ! we fall to rise no more . Not one poor trembler , only , fear betrays , Who hopes , yet almost dreads , to meet ...
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... wings before him spread , For noble spirits « war not with the dead ; » His friends , in tears , a last sad requiem gave ; As all his errors slumber'd in the grave ; He sunk , an Atlas , bending ' neath the weight Of cares o'erwhelming ...
... wings before him spread , For noble spirits « war not with the dead ; » His friends , in tears , a last sad requiem gave ; As all his errors slumber'd in the grave ; He sunk , an Atlas , bending ' neath the weight Of cares o'erwhelming ...
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... wings . 31 . It breaks the stillness of the night , But echoes through her shades in vain It sounds through morning's misty light , But Oscar comes not o'er the plain . 32 . ; Three days , three sleepless nights , the chief For Oscar ...
... wings . 31 . It breaks the stillness of the night , But echoes through her shades in vain It sounds through morning's misty light , But Oscar comes not o'er the plain . 32 . ; Three days , three sleepless nights , the chief For Oscar ...
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... , through the mist of the storm , Was borne on high by the whirlwind's wing . 68 . Cold was the feast , the revel ceas'd ; Who lies upon the stony floor ? Oblivion prest old Angus's breast , At length his life 38 POEMS .
... , through the mist of the storm , Was borne on high by the whirlwind's wing . 68 . Cold was the feast , the revel ceas'd ; Who lies upon the stony floor ? Oblivion prest old Angus's breast , At length his life 38 POEMS .
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