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" Big, bright, and fast, unknown to her they fell ; But still her lips refused to send — " Farewell ! " For in that word, that fatal word, howe'er We promise, hope, believe, there breathes despair. "
The corsair, a tale [in verse.]. - Page 33
by George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1818 - 114 pages
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The British review and London critical journal

1813
...bright — uud fast, unknown to her they fell; But still her lips refus'd to send — ' Farewell!' For in that word — that fatal word — howe'er We...what time can ne'er erase: The tender blue of that larsje loving eve • i • drew frozen with its gaze on vacancy — Till — Oh, how far! it caught...
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The British Review, and London Critical Journal

1813
...bright — and fast, unknown to her they fell; But still her lips refus'd to send — ' Farewell !' For in that word — that fatal word — howe'er We...every feature of that still, pale face, Had sorrow 6x'd what time can ne'er erase: The tender blue of that large loving eye Grew frozen with its gaze...
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The Giaour: A Fragment of a Turkish Tale

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1814 - 75 pages
...bright — and fast, unknown to her they fell ; But still her lips refus'd to send — " Farewell !" For in that word — that fatal word — howe'er We...pale face, Had sorrow fix'd what time can ne'er erase : .490 The tender blue of that large loving eye Grew frozen with its gaze on vacancyTill — Oh, how...
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Volume 23

1814
...— that for him earth held but her alone, 4 Kiss'd her coM forehead — turn'd — is Conrad gone : O'er every feature of that still, pale face, Had sorrow...ne'er erase : The tender blue of that large loving eye *ğrew frozen with itc gaze on vacancy — 1814. Lord Byron'i Corsair, and Bride of Abydos. 211 Till...
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The London Quarterly Review, Volume 11

1814
...unknown to her they fell ; But Mill her lips relWd to send — " Farewell !" For in that wortl — that fatal word — howe'er We promise — hope —...despair. O'er every feature of that still, pale face, Hud sorrow fix'd what time can ne'er erase : The tender blue of that large loving eye Grew frozen witbita...
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The works of ... lord Byron, Volume 3

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1815
...send—" Farewell!" 4QO For in that word—that fatal word—howe'er We promise—hope—believe—there breathes despair. O'er every feature of that still, pale face, Had sorrow fixed what time can ne'er erase : The tender blue of that large loving eye Grew frozen with its gaze...
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The Wanderings of a Goldfinch; Or Characteristic Sketches of the Nineteenth ...

Mary Anne McMullan - 1816 - 355 pages
...bright — and fast, unknown to her they fell ; But still her lips refused to send — " Farewell !" For in that word, — that fatal word — howe'er...promise — hope — believe — there breathes despair! Such extreme sensibility was natural at her age, and the inseparable attendant on so susceptible a...
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The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: The corsair. Lara

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1817
...send—" Farewell!" 4QO For in that word—that fatal word—howe'er We promise—hope—believe—there breathes despair. O'er every feature of that still, pale face, Had sorrow fixed what time can ne'er erase: The tender blue of that large loving eye Grew frozen with its gaze...
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The works of ... lord Byron, Volumes 3-4

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1818
...bright — and fast, unknown to her they fell; But still her lips refused to send — "Farewell!" 4gc For in that word — that fatal word — howe'er We...every feature of that still, pale face, Had sorrow fixed what time can ne'er erase! The tender blue of that large loving eye Grew frozen with its gaze...
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The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Volume 3

H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1818
...bright — and fast, unknown to her they fell ; But still her fips refused to send—' Farewell !' For in that word — that fatal word — howe'er We...every feature of that still, pale face, Had sorrow fixed wbat time can ne'er erase : The tender blue of that large loving eye Grew frozen with its gaze...
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