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Lord George Gordon Byron

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage

  • zuimslauhas quoted10 months ago
    Yet deem not thence his breast a breast of steel;
  • zuimslauhas quoted10 months ago
    un;
    A sister whom he loved, but saw her not
  • zuimslauhas quoted10 months ago
    Yet deem not thence his breast a breast of steel;
  • b9607812259has quoted2 years ago
    The corse is piled—sweet sight for vulgar eyes;
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    His gory chest unveils life's panting source;
    Though death-struck, still his feeble frame he rears;
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    Oh! many a time and oft had Harold loved,
    Or dreamed he loved, since rapture is a dream;
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    Away, thou heedless boy! prepare the spear;
    Now is thy time to perish, or display
    The skill that yet may check his mad career.
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    For some slight cause of wrath, whence life's warm stream must flow.
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    And consecrate the oath with draught and dance till morn.
  • b9607812259has quoted2 years ago
    Ah! that to these were given such peaceful shades
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