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" I begg'd them, as a boon, to lay His corse in dust whereon the day Might shine — it was a foolish thought, But then within my brain it wrought, That even in death his freeborn breast In such a dungeon could not rest. I might have spared my idle prayer... "
The Prisoner of Chillon, and Other Poems - Page 10
by George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1816 - 60 pages
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The poetical works of lord Byron, Volume 3

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1879 - 408 pages
...shine—it was a foolish thought, But then within my brain it wrought, That even in death his freeborn breast In such a dungeon could not rest. I might have...laid him there: The flat and turfless earth above The being we so much did love; His empty chain above it leant, Such murder's fitting monument ! But...
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The poetical works of lord Byron, ed. with a critical mem. by W. M. Rossetti

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1880 - 630 pages
...was a foolish thought, But then within my hrain it wrought, That even in death his free-horn hreast ou limir * ahove The heing we so much did love ; His empty chain ahove it leant,— Such murder's fitting monument...
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Standard Catholic Readers: First-[fifth] reader, Book 5

Mary E. Doyle - 1909 - 508 pages
...spared my idle prayer — They coldly laugh'd — and laid him there: The flat and turfless earth above The being we so much did love ; His empty chain above...monument ! VIII But he, the favorite and the flower, Most cherish'd since his natal hour, His mother's image in fair face, The infant love of all his race, His...
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English Narrative Poems

Claude Moore Fuess, Henry Nichols Sanborn - 1909 - 328 pages
...idle prayer — They coldly laughed — and laid him there : The flat and turfless earth above ieo The being we so much did love; His empty chain above...Such murder's fitting monument ! VIII But he, the favourite and the flower, Most cherished since his natal hour, ies His mother's image in fair face,...
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Childe Harold: Canto the Fourth, The Prisoner of Chillon and Mazepa

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1909 - 160 pages
...idle prayer — They coldly laughed — and laid him there : ieo The flat and turfless earth above The being we so much did love ; His empty chain above it leant, Such murder's fitting monument ! Till. But he, the favorite and the flower, IBS Most cherished since his natal hour, His mother's...
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Childe Harold: Canto the Fourth, The Prisoner of Chillon and Mazepa

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1909 - 160 pages
...it was a foolish thought, j«5 But then within my brain it wrought, That even in death his freeborn breast In such a dungeon could not rest. I might have spared my idle prayer — They coldly laughed — and laid him there : 1w The flat and turfless earth above The being we so much did love...
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English Narrative Poems

Claude Moore Fuess, Henry Nichols Sanborn - 1909 - 324 pages
...it was a foolish thought, But then within my brain it wrought, 155 That even in death his freeborn breast In such a dungeon could not rest. I might have spared my idle prayer — They coldly laughed — and laid him there:. The flat and turfless earth above 160 The being we so much did love;...
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English Poetry: Volume 2

1910 - 540 pages
...— it was a foolish thought, But then within my brain it wrought, That even in death his freeborn breast In such a dungeon could not rest. I might have...laid him there: The flat and turfless earth above The being we so much did love; His empty chain above it leant, Such murder's fitting monument! But...
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Twelve Centuries of English Poetry and Prose

Alphonso Gerald Newcomer, Alice Ebba Andrews - 1910 - 778 pages
...breast In such a dungeon could not rest. I might have spared my idle prayer — They coldly laughed, of all. Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From...old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple s But he, the favourite and the flower, Most cherished since his natal hour, His mother's image in fair...
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Twelve Centuries of English Poetry and Prose, Volume 2

1910 - 356 pages
...— it was a foolish thought, But then within my brain it wrought, That even in death his freeborn breast In such a dungeon could not rest. I might have spared my idle prayer — They coldly laughed, and laid him there: The flat and turfless earth above 160 The being we so much did love; His...
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