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... blue eyes , fair locks , and snowy hands , Might shake the saintship of an anchorite , And long had fed his youthful appetite ; His goblets brimmed with every costly wine , And all that mote to luxury invite , Without a sigh he left to ...
... blue eyes , fair locks , and snowy hands , Might shake the saintship of an anchorite , And long had fed his youthful appetite ; His goblets brimmed with every costly wine , And all that mote to luxury invite , Without a sigh he left to ...
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... blue ; The night - winds sigh , the breakers roar , And shrieks the wild sea - mew . Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight ; Farewell awhile to him and thee , My Native Land - Good Night ! A few short hours , and he ...
... blue ; The night - winds sigh , the breakers roar , And shrieks the wild sea - mew . Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight ; Farewell awhile to him and thee , My Native Land - Good Night ! A few short hours , and he ...
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... blue eyes We late saw streaming o'er . For pleasures past I do not grieve , Nor perils gathering near ; My greatest grief is that I leave No thing that claims a tear . And now I'm in the world alone , Upon the CHILDE HAROLD . 11.
... blue eyes We late saw streaming o'er . For pleasures past I do not grieve , Nor perils gathering near ; My greatest grief is that I leave No thing that claims a tear . And now I'm in the world alone , Upon the CHILDE HAROLD . 11.
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... blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves ! My Native Land - Good Night ! XIV . On , on the vessel flies , the land is gone , And winds are rude in Biscay's sleepless bay . Four days are sped , but ...
... blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves ! My Native Land - Good Night ! XIV . On , on the vessel flies , the land is gone , And winds are rude in Biscay's sleepless bay . Four days are sped , but ...
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... , And Havoc scarce for joy can number their array , XLI . Three hosts combine to offer sacrifice ; Three tongues prefer strange orisons on high ; Three gaudy standards flout the pale blue skies : The CHILDE HAROLD . 21.
... , And Havoc scarce for joy can number their array , XLI . Three hosts combine to offer sacrifice ; Three tongues prefer strange orisons on high ; Three gaudy standards flout the pale blue skies : The CHILDE HAROLD . 21.
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