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...; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native land good night ! A few short honra, and he will rise To give the morrow birth, And I shall hail the main and skiei, But not my mother earth. Deserted is my own good hall Its hearth is desolate ; Wild weeds are...

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...Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native land — good night. A few short hours and he will rise, To give the morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main...gathering on the wall ; My dog howls at the gate. Byron's Childe Harold. LXVII. Into ELEGIACS. And now farewell, and again farewell to me, native land...