The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: Prisoner of Chillon. Manfred. Lament of Tasso, &cJohn Murray, 1818 - 141 pages |
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... breathing been denied The range of the steep mountain's side ; But why delay the truth ? ―he died . I saw , and could not hold his head , Nor reach his dying hand - nor dead , Though hard I strove , but strove in vain , To rend and ...
... breathing been denied The range of the steep mountain's side ; But why delay the truth ? ―he died . I saw , and could not hold his head , Nor reach his dying hand - nor dead , Though hard I strove , but strove in vain , To rend and ...
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... breath of dungeon - dew ; The last - the sole the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink , Which bound me to my failing race , Was broken in this fatal place . One on the earth , and one beneath— My brothers - both had ceased to ...
... breath of dungeon - dew ; The last - the sole the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink , Which bound me to my failing race , Was broken in this fatal place . One on the earth , and one beneath— My brothers - both had ceased to ...
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... - no crime- But silence , and a stirless breath Which neither was of life nor death ; A sea of stagnant idleness , 240 Blind , boundless , mute , and motionless ! 250 X. A light broke in upon my brain , - 18 THE PRISONER OF CHILLON .
... - no crime- But silence , and a stirless breath Which neither was of life nor death ; A sea of stagnant idleness , 240 Blind , boundless , mute , and motionless ! 250 X. A light broke in upon my brain , - 18 THE PRISONER OF CHILLON .
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... begun , Avoiding only , as I trod , My brothers ' graves without a sod ; For if I thought with heedless tread My step profaned their lowly bed , 300 310 My breath came gaspingly and thick , And my crush'd 22 THE PRISONER OF CHILLON . 22.
... begun , Avoiding only , as I trod , My brothers ' graves without a sod ; For if I thought with heedless tread My step profaned their lowly bed , 300 310 My breath came gaspingly and thick , And my crush'd 22 THE PRISONER OF CHILLON . 22.
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. My breath came gaspingly and thick , And my crush'd heart fell blind and sick . XII . I made a footing in the wall , It was not therefrom to escape , For I had buried one and all , Who loved me in a human ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. My breath came gaspingly and thick , And my crush'd heart fell blind and sick . XII . I made a footing in the wall , It was not therefrom to escape , For I had buried one and all , Who loved me in a human ...
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