Illustrations to the works of lord Byron, the drawings by Chalon [and others] engraved under the superintendence of C. Heath |
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... lips which made me beauty's slave . Sweet copy far more dear to me , ! Lifeless , unfeeling as thou art , Than all the living forms could be , Save her who placed thee next my heart . She placed it , sad , with needless fear , Lest time ...
... lips which made me beauty's slave . Sweet copy far more dear to me , ! Lifeless , unfeeling as thou art , Than all the living forms could be , Save her who placed thee next my heart . She placed it , sad , with needless fear , Lest time ...
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... lips- Yet , yet they seem as they forbore to smile , And wish'd repose - but only for a while . * In the Levant it is the custom to strew flowers on the bodies of the dead , and in the hands of young persons to place a nosegay . MAID OF ...
... lips- Yet , yet they seem as they forbore to smile , And wish'd repose - but only for a while . * In the Levant it is the custom to strew flowers on the bodies of the dead , and in the hands of young persons to place a nosegay . MAID OF ...
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... lip I long to taste ; By that zone - encircled waist ; By all the token - flowers that tell What words can never speak so well ; By love's alternate joy and woe , Ζώη μοῦ , σάς ἀγαπῶ . Maid of Athens ! I am gone : Think of me , sweet ...
... lip I long to taste ; By that zone - encircled waist ; By all the token - flowers that tell What words can never speak so well ; By love's alternate joy and woe , Ζώη μοῦ , σάς ἀγαπῶ . Maid of Athens ! I am gone : Think of me , sweet ...
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... thou have it glad ? Without thine ear to listen to my lay , Still must my song my thoughts , my soul betray : Still must each accent to my bosom suit , My heart unhush'd - although my lips were mute ! . 1 MOTHE CONRAD. ...
... thou have it glad ? Without thine ear to listen to my lay , Still must my song my thoughts , my soul betray : Still must each accent to my bosom suit , My heart unhush'd - although my lips were mute ! . 1 MOTHE CONRAD. ...
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... might have been his bride ! The rose was yet upon her cheek , But mellow'd with a tenderer streak : Where was the play of her soft lips fled ? Gone was the smile that enliven'd their red . ВЕРРО . THE Count and Laura found their boat at.
... might have been his bride ! The rose was yet upon her cheek , But mellow'd with a tenderer streak : Where was the play of her soft lips fled ? Gone was the smile that enliven'd their red . ВЕРРО . THE Count and Laura found their boat at.
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adieu ALPS BEACON FIRE Beautiful Spirit beauty's blest blush breast breath brow came-and CHALON charms cheek circle spreads CONRAD CORBAUX CORBOULD CORSAIR crush'd dear DEATH OF HAIDEE DEATH OF MEDORA deem'd DOGE dost thou earth ENTERING THE CAVE eyes face fair fear flame flowers fond FOSCARI gaze gentle GIAFFIR GUICCIOLI GULNARE Haidée hail'd HASSAN'S GRAVE hath heart HERBERT hope HUGO AND PARISINA IANTHE Italy JENKINS kiss'd Know'st thou lady Lake Price Laura LET THE BLAZE libation LIFELESS lips LORD BYRON LORD BYRON'S ROOM MAID OF ATHENS MANFRED MARINA MARINO FALIERO MEADOWS MIDSHIPMAN MISS F mortal Mote mourn'd thee MYRRHA NEUHA o'er pang pause Robinson Rock'd Rome SAINT MARK SARDANAPALUS SEYD sigh smile soft SPAKEST STEPHANOFF sweet THEE TO SPEAK thine thou art thoughts TIS NO MISTAKE TURBAN CARVED Venice verse waves WESTALL WH.Mote Willmore WITCH WONDER PAINTS word youth ZULEIKA Ζώη μου σάς ἀγαπῶ