The works of Lord Byron A new, revised and enlarged edition, with illustrations. Edited by Ernest Hartley Coleridge and R. E. Prothero |
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But once I dared to lift my eyes—To lift my eyes to thee;
And since that day, beneath the skies,
No other sight they see.
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In vain sleep shuts them in the night—The night grows day to me;
Presenting idly to my sight
What still a dream must be.
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A fatal dream—for many a barDivides thy fate from mine;
And still my passions wake and war,
But peace be still with thine.
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