Lord Byron, Volume 1Antoine-Augustin Renouard, 1824 |
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... cold is my heart , still it lingers with you . 5 . When I see some dark hill point its crest to the sky , I think of the rocks that o'ershadow Colbleen ( * ) ; When I see the soft blue of a love - speaking eye , I think of those eyes ...
... cold is my heart , still it lingers with you . 5 . When I see some dark hill point its crest to the sky , I think of the rocks that o'ershadow Colbleen ( * ) ; When I see the soft blue of a love - speaking eye , I think of those eyes ...
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... cold stone that hides thy head , The mouldering ' scutcheon , or the herald's roll , That well - emblazon'd , but neglected scroll , Where lords , unhonour'd , in the tomb may find One spot to leave a worthless name behind ; There sleep ...
... cold stone that hides thy head , The mouldering ' scutcheon , or the herald's roll , That well - emblazon'd , but neglected scroll , Where lords , unhonour'd , in the tomb may find One spot to leave a worthless name behind ; There sleep ...
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... cold , If I feel for thee now what I then should have felt , ( * ) Lady Byron répond peut - être ici aux sollicitations que lui avait faites son amie , de pardonner à lord Byron ; l'original ne donne aucun éclaircissement . te détourne ...
... cold , If I feel for thee now what I then should have felt , ( * ) Lady Byron répond peut - être ici aux sollicitations que lui avait faites son amie , de pardonner à lord Byron ; l'original ne donne aucun éclaircissement . te détourne ...
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... other's speech , And each turn comforter to each , With some new hope , or legend old , Or song heroically bold ; But even these at length grew cold . voix prirent un ton sépulchral semblable à l'écho de notre CHAPITRE SIXIÈME . 89.
... other's speech , And each turn comforter to each , With some new hope , or legend old , Or song heroically bold ; But even these at length grew cold . voix prirent un ton sépulchral semblable à l'écho de notre CHAPITRE SIXIÈME . 89.
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... cold , Had his free breathing been denied The range of the steep mountain's side ; But why delay the truth ? He died ! I saw and could not hold his head , Nor reach his dying hand - nor dead , Though hard I strove , but strove in vain ...
... cold , Had his free breathing been denied The range of the steep mountain's side ; But why delay the truth ? He died ! I saw and could not hold his head , Nor reach his dying hand - nor dead , Though hard I strove , but strove in vain ...
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Page 276 - Which colour'd all his objects:— he had ceased To live within himself; she was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all: upon a tone, A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow, And his cheek change tempestuously— his heart Unknowing of its cause of agony. But she in these fond feelings had no share: Her sighs were not for him; to her he was Even as a brother— but no more...
Page 94 - Which in a palace had grown cold, Had his free breathing been denied The range of the steep mountain's side ; But why delay the truth? — he died.
Page 277 - With a convulsion — then arose again, And with his teeth and quivering hands did tear What he had written, but he shed no tears. And he did calm himself, and fix his brow Into a kind of quiet : as he paused, The Lady of his love...