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... wind ; Thy trumpet voice , though broken now and dying , The loudest still the tempest leaves behind ; Thy tree hath lost its blossoms , and the rind , Chopp'd by the axe , looks rough and little worth , But the sap lasts , —and still ...
... wind ; Thy trumpet voice , though broken now and dying , The loudest still the tempest leaves behind ; Thy tree hath lost its blossoms , and the rind , Chopp'd by the axe , looks rough and little worth , But the sap lasts , —and still ...
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... wind which tears 1550 The oak from his foundation , and which spills The ocean o'er its boundary , and bears Its ... winds , and the broad ocean laves The Latian coast where sprung the Epic war , " Arms and the Man , " whose re ...
... wind which tears 1550 The oak from his foundation , and which spills The ocean o'er its boundary , and bears Its ... winds , and the broad ocean laves The Latian coast where sprung the Epic war , " Arms and the Man , " whose re ...
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... wind is a stranger , And the sea - snake hath life , Where the Mermaid is decking Her green hair with shells ; Like the storm on the surface Came the sound of thy spells ; O'er my calm Hall of Coral The deep echo roll'd- To the Spirit ...
... wind is a stranger , And the sea - snake hath life , Where the Mermaid is decking Her green hair with shells ; Like the storm on the surface Came the sound of thy spells ; O'er my calm Hall of Coral The deep echo roll'd- To the Spirit ...
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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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