Selections from the Poetry of Lord ByronH. Holt, 1900 - 412 pages |
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Page xxiv
... sound sleep that ' knows no waking ' ? I hope I am sincere ; I was so at least on a bed of sickness in a far - distant country , when I had neither friend , nor comforter , nor hope , to sustain me . I looked to death as a relief from ...
... sound sleep that ' knows no waking ' ? I hope I am sincere ; I was so at least on a bed of sickness in a far - distant country , when I had neither friend , nor comforter , nor hope , to sustain me . I looked to death as a relief from ...
Page xxviii
... sound convey'd ? He look'd to the banners - each flag lay still , So did the leaves on Citharon's hill , And he felt not a breath come over his cheek ; What did that sudden sound bespeak ? He turn'd to the left - is he sure of sight ...
... sound convey'd ? He look'd to the banners - each flag lay still , So did the leaves on Citharon's hill , And he felt not a breath come over his cheek ; What did that sudden sound bespeak ? He turn'd to the left - is he sure of sight ...
Page xxxix
... sound- —a voice — a shriek — a fearful call ! A long , loud shriek — and silence - did they hear That frantic echo burst the sleeping ear ? They heard and rose , and , tremulously brave , Rush where the sound invoked their aid to save ...
... sound- —a voice — a shriek — a fearful call ! A long , loud shriek — and silence - did they hear That frantic echo burst the sleeping ear ? They heard and rose , and , tremulously brave , Rush where the sound invoked their aid to save ...
Page 14
... Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath ? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote Nor saved your brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants ' slaves ? -the fires of death , The bale - fires flash on high - from rock to ...
... Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath ? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote Nor saved your brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants ' slaves ? -the fires of death , The bale - fires flash on high - from rock to ...
Page 16
... sounds ; Here Folly still his votaries enthralls , And young - eyed Lewdness walks her midnight rounds : Girt with the silent crimes of Capitals , Still to the last kind Vice clings to the tottering walls . XLVII . Not so the rustic ...
... sounds ; Here Folly still his votaries enthralls , And young - eyed Lewdness walks her midnight rounds : Girt with the silent crimes of Capitals , Still to the last kind Vice clings to the tottering walls . XLVII . Not so the rustic ...
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