PoemsRoutledge, 1860 - 616 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 10
... foe , But felt for all the baby's woe . I drew the bar , and by the light , Young Love , the infant , met my sight ; His bow across his shoulders flung , And thence his fatal quiver hung ( Ah ! little did I think the dart Would rankle ...
... foe , But felt for all the baby's woe . I drew the bar , and by the light , Young Love , the infant , met my sight ; His bow across his shoulders flung , And thence his fatal quiver hung ( Ah ! little did I think the dart Would rankle ...
Σελίδα 15
... foes should my glance launch in vengeance its lightning , With transport my tongue give a loose to its rage . But now tears and curses , alike unavailing , Would add to the souls of our tyrants delight ; Could they view us our sad ...
... foes should my glance launch in vengeance its lightning , With transport my tongue give a loose to its rage . But now tears and curses , alike unavailing , Would add to the souls of our tyrants delight ; Could they view us our sad ...
Σελίδα 32
... foes his deadly vengeance fell . From high Southannon's distant tower Arrived a young and noble dame ; With Kenneth's lands to form her dower , Glenalvon's blue - eyed daughter came ; And Oscar claim'd the beauteous bride , And Angus on ...
... foes his deadly vengeance fell . From high Southannon's distant tower Arrived a young and noble dame ; With Kenneth's lands to form her dower , Glenalvon's blue - eyed daughter came ; And Oscar claim'd the beauteous bride , And Angus on ...
Σελίδα 39
... foes my captive corse ; Or , if my destiny these last deny , If in the spoiler's power my ashes lie , Thy pious care may raise a simple tomb , To mark thy love , and signalize my doom . Why should thy doting wretched mother weep Her ...
... foes my captive corse ; Or , if my destiny these last deny , If in the spoiler's power my ashes lie , Thy pious care may raise a simple tomb , To mark thy love , and signalize my doom . Why should thy doting wretched mother weep Her ...
Σελίδα 40
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Where yonder beacons half expiring beam , Our slumbering foes of future conquest dream , Nor heed that we a secret path have traced , Between the ocean and the portal placed . Beneath the covert of the ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Where yonder beacons half expiring beam , Our slumbering foes of future conquest dream , Nor heed that we a secret path have traced , Between the ocean and the portal placed . Beneath the covert of the ...
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