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... hours decreed . Oh ! let that eye , which , wild as the gazelle's , Now brightly bold or beautifully shy Wins as it wanders , dazzles where it dwells , Glance o'er this page , nor to my verse deny That smile for which my breast might ...
... hours decreed . Oh ! let that eye , which , wild as the gazelle's , Now brightly bold or beautifully shy Wins as it wanders , dazzles where it dwells , Glance o'er this page , nor to my verse deny That smile for which my breast might ...
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... condole , Whate'er this grief mote be , which he could not control . IX . And none did love him : though to hall and bower He gathered revellers from far and near , He knew them flatterers of the festal hour ; The CHILDE HAROLD .
... condole , Whate'er this grief mote be , which he could not control . IX . And none did love him : though to hall and bower He gathered revellers from far and near , He knew them flatterers of the festal hour ; The CHILDE HAROLD .
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. He knew them flatterers of the festal hour ; The heartless parasites of present cheer . Yea , none did love him - not his lemans dear- and power alone are woman's care , But pomp And where these are light ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. He knew them flatterers of the festal hour ; The heartless parasites of present cheer . Yea , none did love him - not his lemans dear- and power alone are woman's care , But pomp And where these are light ...
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... 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 will rise To CHILDE HAROLD .
... 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 will rise To CHILDE HAROLD .
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. A few short hours , and he will rise To give the morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and skies , But not my mother earth . Deserted is my own good hall , Its hearth is desolate ; Wild weeds are ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. A few short hours , and he will rise To give the morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and skies , But not my mother earth . Deserted is my own good hall , Its hearth is desolate ; Wild weeds are ...
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