Selections from the Poetry of Lord ByronH. Holt, 1900 - 412 pages |
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... waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves ! My native land - Good night ! XIV . On , on the vessel flies , the land is gone , And winds are rude in Biscay's sleepless bay , Four days are sped , but with ...
... waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves ! My native land - Good night ! XIV . On , on the vessel flies , the land is gone , And winds are rude in Biscay's sleepless bay , Four days are sped , but with ...
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... waves the sword To save them from the wrath of Gaul's unsparing lord . XVII . But whoso entereth within this town , That , sheening far , celestial seems to be , Disconsolate will wander up and down , ' Mid many things unsightly to ...
... waves the sword To save them from the wrath of Gaul's unsparing lord . XVII . But whoso entereth within this town , That , sheening far , celestial seems to be , Disconsolate will wander up and down , ' Mid many things unsightly to ...
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... waves doth look , That peaceful still ' twixt bitterest foemen flow ; For proud each peasant as the noblest duke : Well doth the Spanish hind the difference know ' Twixt him and Lusian slave , the lowest of the low . XXXIV . But ere the ...
... waves doth look , That peaceful still ' twixt bitterest foemen flow ; For proud each peasant as the noblest duke : Well doth the Spanish hind the difference know ' Twixt him and Lusian slave , the lowest of the low . XXXIV . But ere the ...
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... wave her wing . LXI . Oft have I dream'd of Thee ! whose glorious name Who knows not , knows not man's divinest lore ! And now I view thee , ' tis , alas , with shame That I in feeblest accents must adore . When I recount thy ...
... wave her wing . LXI . Oft have I dream'd of Thee ! whose glorious name Who knows not , knows not man's divinest lore ! And now I view thee , ' tis , alas , with shame That I in feeblest accents must adore . When I recount thy ...
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... wave . LXIII . Of thee hereafter . - Ev'n amidst my strain I turn'd aside to pay my homage here ; Forgot the land , the sons , the maids of Spain ; Her fate , to every free - born bosom dear ; And hail'd thee , not perchance without a ...
... wave . LXIII . Of thee hereafter . - Ev'n amidst my strain I turn'd aside to pay my homage here ; Forgot the land , the sons , the maids of Spain ; Her fate , to every free - born bosom dear ; And hail'd thee , not perchance without a ...
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