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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...— My dog howls at the gate. Come hither, hither, my little page, Why dost thou weep and wail ? Or dost thou dread the billow's rage, Or tremble at the...

...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...; My dog howls at the gate. " Come hither, hither, my little page ! * Why dost thou weep and wail 1 Or dost thou dread the billows' rage, Or tremble at...

...sea We follow in his flight ; Farewell awhile to him and thee, " 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. " And now I'm in the world alone, Upon the wide, wide sea : v But why should I for others groan, When...

...Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land— Goad Night ! 2. " A few short hours, and He will ris* orge Gordon Byron Byron Sare done in their clime,...brokcn-lteanod. BURNS. TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE LORD HOLLAND, 3. " Come hither, hither, my little page! Why dost thou weep and wail ? Or dost thou dread the billows'...

...Farewell a while 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...are gathering on the wall; My dog howls at the gate. . 3. " Come hither, hither, my little page ! 2 Why dost thou weep and wail ? 1 [See Lord Maxwell's...

...Farewell awhile to him and tb.ec, My native Land— Good Night ! "A few short hours, and Пе will ri»» To give the Morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and skies, But not my mother Earth. Deserted is my^>wn good hall, Its hearth is desolate ; Wild weeds arc gathering on the wall ; My dog howls at the...

...FartTvell awhile to him und thee. My native Land— Good Night ! " A few «hört hour«, and He will ru* To give the Morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and skie«. But not my mother Earth. Deserted is my own good hall, Its hearth is desolate ; Wild weeds...

...horizon verg'd the distant deek, Diminisli'd — dwindled to a very speek — vanish'd. Byron's Island. Deserted is my own good hall, Its hearth is desolate...are gathering on the wall, My dog howls at the gate. Byron's Cfiilde Harold. I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour 's gone by, When Albyon's lessening...

...Beat on him ; gaping hinds stare at bis woe. — Joanna. Bailie. Deserted is my own good nail, It* hearth is desolate; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall, My dog bowls at the gate. — Byron. An exile, ill in heart and frame, — A wanderer, weary of the way. —...