 The gift, — a fate, or will, that walk'd astray; And I at times have found the struggle hard, And thought of shaking off my bonds of clay: But now I fain would for a time survive, If but to see what next can well arrive.  Mémoires publiés par Thomas Moore - Page 288by George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1831Full view - About this book
 | University of St. Andrews - 1904 - 790 pages
...already told you what you can." (6) "Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face." (c) " Mine were my faults and mine be their reward, My whole life was a contest, since the day That gave me being, gave me that which manM The gift, — a fate, or will, that walk'd astray."... | |
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