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Page 192
O hone a rie ' : The pride of Albin's line is o'er ! And fallen Glenartney's stateliest tree ; We ne'er shall see Lord Ronald more ! [ THE BRUCE BEFORE BANNOCKBURN ] from THE LORD OF THE ISLES ALONE he rode – from head to heel Sheathed ...
O hone a rie ' : The pride of Albin's line is o'er ! And fallen Glenartney's stateliest tree ; We ne'er shall see Lord Ronald more ! [ THE BRUCE BEFORE BANNOCKBURN ] from THE LORD OF THE ISLES ALONE he rode – from head to heel Sheathed ...
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Byron Swore Not so Haidée : she sadly tossed and tumbled , And started from her sleep , and , turning o'er , Dreamed of a thousand wrecks , o'er which she stumbled , And handsome corpses strewed upon the shore ; And woke her maid so ...
Byron Swore Not so Haidée : she sadly tossed and tumbled , And started from her sleep , and , turning o'er , Dreamed of a thousand wrecks , o'er which she stumbled , And handsome corpses strewed upon the shore ; And woke her maid so ...
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Byron Swore Not so Haidée : she sadly tossed and tumbled , And started from her sleep , and , turning o'er , Dreamed of a thousand wrecks , o'er which she stumbled , And handsome corpses strewed upon the shore ; And woke her maid so ...
Byron Swore Not so Haidée : she sadly tossed and tumbled , And started from her sleep , and , turning o'er , Dreamed of a thousand wrecks , o'er which she stumbled , And handsome corpses strewed upon the shore ; And woke her maid so ...
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John SKBLTON c 14601529 | 12 |
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