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  1. 7 de jun. de 2024 · How to say George Gordon Byron in English? Pronunciation of George Gordon Byron with 2 audio pronunciations, 1 meaning, 6 translations and more for George Gordon Byron.

  2. 16 de jun. de 2024 · Thy verse is “sad” enough, no doubt: A devilish deal more sad than witty! Why we should weep I can't find out, Unless for thee we weep in pity. Yet there is one I pity more; And much, alas! I

  3. 20 de jun. de 2024 · George Gordon Byron: ''She Walks in Beauty''. She Walks in Beauty. She walks in beauty, like the night. Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright. Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light. Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less,

  4. 20 de jun. de 2024 · My pulse beats quick, my breath heaves short, My limbs deny their slight support; Cold dews my pallid face o'erspread, With deadly languor droops my head, My ears with tingling echoes ring, And Life itself is on the wing; My eyes refuse the cheering light, Their orbs are veil'd in starless night:

  5. 18 de jun. de 2024 · If Ever Fondest Prayer Poem by George Gordon Byron. Farewell! If Ever Fondest Prayer. But waft thy name beyond the sky. Are in that word--Farewell!--Farewell! The thought that ne'er shall sleep again. I only feel --Farewell!--Farewell! Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft ...

  6. 8 de jun. de 2024 · From Chillon's snow-white battlement, Which round about the wave inthralls: A double dungeon wall and wave. Have made--and like a living grave. Below the surface of the lake. The dark vault lies wherein we lay: We heard it ripple night and day; Sounding o'er our heads it knock'd; And I have felt the winter's spray.

  7. 7 de jun. de 2024 · In this rural retreat, May we meet, as we part, with a Tear. When my soul wings her flight. To the regions of night, And my corse shall recline on its bier; As ye pass by the tomb, Where my ashes consume, Oh! moisten their dust with a Tear. George Gordon Byron.

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