 A single rose is shedding there Its lonely lustre, meek and pale : It looks as planted by Despair — So white — so faint — the slightest gale Might whirl the leaves on high; And yet, though storms and blight assail. And hands more rude than wintry...  The works of lord Byron - Page 128de George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1823Affichage du livre entier - À propos de ce livre
 | 1899 - 844 pages
...grief, Like early unrequited Love, One spot exists, which ever blooms, Ev'n in that deadly grove-- A single rose is shedding there Its lonely lustre meek and pale: It looks as planted by Despair-- So white--so faint--the slightest gale Might whirl the leaves on high; And yet, though storms and blight... | |
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...spot exists — which ever blooms, Ev'n in that deadly grove. — A single rose is shedding there Us lonely lustre, meek and pale, It looks as planted by Despair — So white — «o faint — the slightest gale Might whirl the leaves on high ; [assail, And yet, though storms... | |
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