And gaziog on the dead, she thought his face Faded, or altcra#39;d into something new a Like to her fathera#39;s features, till each trace More ... is free. Ar The old mana#39;s clicek grew pale, but not with dread ; And, drawing from his bell a pistol, he Replied, Al Your blood be then on your own head . ... I bave pledgM my faith ; I love him a I will die with him : I knew Your naturea#39;s firmness a know your daughtera#39;s too.
|Title||:||Complete Works of Lord Byron, Including the Suppressed Poems, and Supplementary Pieces Selected from His Papers After His Death|
|Author||:||George Gordon Byron Baron Byron|