![](https://books.google.com.pe/books/content?id=-qgDAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 páginas
...without utterance, save the shrug or sigh, Deal round to happy fouls its speechless obloquy. cxxxvn. But I have lived, and have not lived in vain: My mind...which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when 1 expire j Something unearthly, which they deem not of, Like the remember'd tone of a mute lyre, Shall... | |
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...without utterance , save the shrug or sigh t Deal round to happy fools its speechless obloquy, CXXXVII. 9 But there is that within me which 'shall tire Torture...expire ; Something unearthly , which they deem not of , . * " r Like the remembered tone of a mute lyre', Shall on their softened spirits sink, and move... | |
![](https://books.google.com.pe/books/content?id=w7wNAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 292 páginas
...without utterance, save the shrug or sigh, Deal round to happy fools its speechless obloquy. CXXXVII. But I have lived, and have not lived in vain : My...Something unearthly, which they deem not of, Like the remember'd tone of a mute lyre, Shall on their soften'd spirits sink, and move In hearts all rocky... | |
![](https://books.google.com.pe/books/content?id=bcgNAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - 234 páginas
...true, And without utterance, save the shrug or sigh, Deal round to happy fools its speechless obloquy. But I have lived, and have not lived in vain : My...breathe when I expire; Something unearthly, which they dream not of, Like the remembered tone of a mute lyre, Shall on their soften'd spirits sink, and move... | |
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...in vain : My nii,t,l may lose its foree, my blood its fire , And my frame perish even in conqitcring pain, But there is that within me which shall tire...Torture and Time , and breathe when I expire ; Something uuearthly, which they deem not of, Like the remembered tone of a mute lyre, Shall on their softened... | |
![](https://books.google.com.pe/books/content?id=mawDAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | sir Cosmo Gordon - 1824 - 140 páginas
...BYRON'S DEATH , @cott,a«rf. . . . There is that within me which shall tire Fortune and lime and breath when I expire Something unearthly, which they deem not of, Like the remembered tone of a mute lyre. Childe-Harold's Pilgrimage , Canto >v. PARIS, PRINTED FOR BAUDRY, ENGLISH, ITALIAN, SPANISH, PORTUGUESE... | |
![](https://books.google.com.pe/books/content?id=jvcdAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - 446 páginas
...what they pay. Don JUAN, chant XVI, s tance 98. AP SUR LA MORT DE LORD BYRON, PAR SIR WALTER SCOTT. ...There is that within me which shall tire Torture...Time, and breathe when I expire; Something unearthly, whîch they deem not of , Like tbe remembered tone of a mute lyre , etc. etc. CHILDE • HAROLD , ch.... | |
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...without utteranee, save the shrug or sigh, Deal round to happy fools its speechless ohloquy. exxxvn. But I have lived, and have not lived in vain : My mind may lose its force, my hlood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain. But there is that within me which shall... | |
![](https://books.google.com.pe/books/content?id=FqwDAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Alfred Howard - 1824 - 226 páginas
...which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire ; Something unearthly, which they dream not of, Like the remembered tone of a mute lyre, Shall on their soften'd spirits sink, and move In hearts all rocky now the late remorse of love. It was the night... | |
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