The Poetical Works of Lord Byron: Complete in One VolumeLippincott, Grambo & Company, 1854 - 601 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 11
... lost in gentle sleep , Forgot to smile , or ceased to weep : At this lone hour , the Paphian boy , Descending from the realms of joy , Quick to my gate directs his course , And knocks with all his little force . My vision fled , alarm'd ...
... lost in gentle sleep , Forgot to smile , or ceased to weep : At this lone hour , the Paphian boy , Descending from the realms of joy , Quick to my gate directs his course , And knocks with all his little force . My vision fled , alarm'd ...
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... lost to fame , No trace of science left you , but the name . July , 1805 . TO THE DUKE OF DORSET . 3 Dorset ! whose early steps with mine have stray'd , Exploring every path of Ida's glade ; Whom still affection taught me to defend ...
... lost to fame , No trace of science left you , but the name . July , 1805 . TO THE DUKE OF DORSET . 3 Dorset ! whose early steps with mine have stray'd , Exploring every path of Ida's glade ; Whom still affection taught me to defend ...
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... lost , Or told my love , with hope grown bolder . Sixteen was then our utmost age , Two years have lingering past away , love ! And now new thoughts our minds engage , At least I feel disposed to stray , love ! ' Tis I that am alone to ...
... lost , Or told my love , with hope grown bolder . Sixteen was then our utmost age , Two years have lingering past away , love ! And now new thoughts our minds engage , At least I feel disposed to stray , love ! ' Tis I that am alone to ...
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... lost ; in boundless grief , His locks in grey - torn ringlets wave . " Oscar ! my son ! -thou God of Heav'n , Restore the prop of sinking age ! Or if that hope no more is given , Yield his assassin to my rage . " Yes , on some desert ...
... lost ; in boundless grief , His locks in grey - torn ringlets wave . " Oscar ! my son ! -thou God of Heav'n , Restore the prop of sinking age ! Or if that hope no more is given , Yield his assassin to my rage . " Yes , on some desert ...
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... Lost in the murmurs of the sighing gale ! The trench is pass'd , and , favour'd by the night , Through sleeping foes they wheel their wary flight . 1 The mother of Iulus , lost on he night when Troy was taken . When shall the sleep of ...
... Lost in the murmurs of the sighing gale ! The trench is pass'd , and , favour'd by the night , Through sleeping foes they wheel their wary flight . 1 The mother of Iulus , lost on he night when Troy was taken . When shall the sleep of ...
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