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الصفحة 363
635 Through the wide Ethiopian to the Cape , Ply stemming nightly toward the pole : so seemed Far off the flying Fiend . At last appear Hell - bounds , high reaching to the horrid roof , And thrice threefold the gates ; three folds were ...
635 Through the wide Ethiopian to the Cape , Ply stemming nightly toward the pole : so seemed Far off the flying Fiend . At last appear Hell - bounds , high reaching to the horrid roof , And thrice threefold the gates ; three folds were ...
الصفحة 755
I never saw its like before , I ne'er shall see its likeness more : It seemed like me to want a mate , But was not half so desolate , And it was come to love me when None lived to love me so again , And cheering from my dungeon's brink ...
I never saw its like before , I ne'er shall see its likeness more : It seemed like me to want a mate , But was not half so desolate , And it was come to love me when None lived to love me so again , And cheering from my dungeon's brink ...
الصفحة 1005
But yet what change is this that holds the maid ? Does she indeed see in his glittering eye More than disdain of the sharp shearing blade , 570 ― Some happy hope of help and victory ? The others seemed to say , ' We come to die ...
But yet what change is this that holds the maid ? Does she indeed see in his glittering eye More than disdain of the sharp shearing blade , 570 ― Some happy hope of help and victory ? The others seemed to say , ' We come to die ...
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