And gazing on the dead, she thought his face Faded, or altera#39;d into something newa Like to her fathera#39;s features, till each trace More like and like to Lambroa#39;s aspect grewa With ... it Not while this arm is free. ... I have pledged my faith ; I love hima~I will die with him: I knew Your naturea#39;s firmnessaknow your daughtera#39;s too.
|Title||:||The Works of Lord Byron, Including His Suppressed Poems, Etc. [With a Portrait and a Facsimile Letter.]|
|Author||:||George Gordon Byron Baron Byron|