A few short hours, and he will rise To give the morrow birth; And I shall hail the main and skies, But not my mother earth. Deserted is my own good hall, Its hearth is desolate; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall, My dog howls at the gate. »Come hither,... The Port Folio - Seite 193herausgegeben von - 1801Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1996 - 868 Seiten
...in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee, 125 My native Land - Good Night! 'A few short hours and He will rise To give the morrow birth; And I shall...hail the main and skies, But not my mother earth. 130 Deserted is my own good hall, Its hearth is desolate; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall; My... | |
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