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... tell and sad to trace Each step from splendour to disgrace ; Enough — no foreign foe could quell Thy soul , till from itself it fell ; Yes ! Self - abasement paved the way To villain - bonds and despot sway . 135 140 What can he tell ...
... tell and sad to trace Each step from splendour to disgrace ; Enough — no foreign foe could quell Thy soul , till from itself it fell ; Yes ! Self - abasement paved the way To villain - bonds and despot sway . 135 140 What can he tell ...
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... Tell him , unheeding as I was , Through many a busy bitter scene Of all our golden youth had been In pain , my ... tell him - what thou dost behold ! The wither'd frame , the ruin'd mind , The wrack by passion left behind , A shrivell'd ...
... Tell him , unheeding as I was , Through many a busy bitter scene Of all our golden youth had been In pain , my ... tell him - what thou dost behold ! The wither'd frame , the ruin'd mind , The wrack by passion left behind , A shrivell'd ...
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... tell thee , father ! then I saw her ; yes , she lived again ; And shining in her white symar , As through yon pale gray cloud the star Which now I gaze on , as on her , Who look'd and looks far lovelier ; Dimly I view its trembling ...
... tell thee , father ! then I saw her ; yes , she lived again ; And shining in her white symar , As through yon pale gray cloud the star Which now I gaze on , as on her , Who look'd and looks far lovelier ; Dimly I view its trembling ...
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: And Other Romantic Poems George Gordon Byron Baron Byron No preview available - 1936 |
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