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Pagina 10
... thou art , But know that thou and I must part ; And when , or how , or where we met , I own to me's a secret yet . But this I know , when thou art fled , Where'er they lay these limbs , this head , No clod so valueless shall be , As all ...
... thou art , But know that thou and I must part ; And when , or how , or where we met , I own to me's a secret yet . But this I know , when thou art fled , Where'er they lay these limbs , this head , No clod so valueless shall be , As all ...
Pagina 11
Dost thou thy flight pursue , when freed From matter's base encumbering weed ? Or dost thou , hid from sight , Wait ... art thou , when no more thou'rt thee ? Life ! we've been long together , Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ...
Dost thou thy flight pursue , when freed From matter's base encumbering weed ? Or dost thou , hid from sight , Wait ... art thou , when no more thou'rt thee ? Life ! we've been long together , Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ...
Pagina 23
... art thou , my bonie lass , So deep in luve am I , And I will luve thee still , my dear , Till a ' the seas gang dry . III . Till a ' the seas gang dry , my dear , And the rocks melt wi ' the sun ! And I will luve thee still , my dear ...
... art thou , my bonie lass , So deep in luve am I , And I will luve thee still , my dear , Till a ' the seas gang dry . III . Till a ' the seas gang dry , my dear , And the rocks melt wi ' the sun ! And I will luve thee still , my dear ...
Pagina 30
... art thou , My Country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy Lyre , so long divine , Degenerate into hands like mine ? VI . ' Tis something , in the dearth of 30 LORD BYRON .
... art thou , My Country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy Lyre , so long divine , Degenerate into hands like mine ? VI . ' Tis something , in the dearth of 30 LORD BYRON .
Pagina 39
... Thou art gone ! Thy vesper - bell hath not yet toll'd : - And thou wert aye a masker bold ! What strange disguise hast now put on , To make believe , that Thou art gone ? I see these locks in silvery slips , This drooping gait , this ...
... Thou art gone ! Thy vesper - bell hath not yet toll'd : - And thou wert aye a masker bold ! What strange disguise hast now put on , To make believe , that Thou art gone ? I see these locks in silvery slips , This drooping gait , this ...
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