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" And watch'd them in their sullen trade, Had seen the mice by moonlight play, And why should I feel less than they ? We were all inmates of one place, And I, the monarch of each race, Had power to kill — yet, strange to tell ! In quiet we had learn'd... "
The Journal of Mrs. Fenton: A Narrative of Her Life in India, the Isle of ... - Page 194
by Mrs. Fenton - 1901 - 396 pages
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Gleanings from the Poets: For Home and School

Poetry - 1854 - 430 pages
...power to kill, — yet, strange to tell, In quiet ve had learned to dwell ; My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are : — even I Regained my freedom with a sigh. SONNET. — J. Blanco White. MYSTERIOUS night ! when...
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The book of celebrated poems

Book - 1854
...power to kill — yet, strange to tell ! In quiet we had learn'd to dwell — My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are: — even I Regain'd my freedom with a sigh. PART THE FIFTH. ANCIENT MARINER ST Coleridge . 1772 1884...
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The Works of Lord Byron: Embracing His Suppressed Poems, and a Sketch of His ...

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1071 pages
...power to kill — yet, strange to tell ! In quiet we had Icarn'd to dwell — My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are :— even I Regain'd my freedom with a sigh. NOTES TO THE PRISONER OF CHILLÓN. By Bonnivard ! —...
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Gleanings from the Poets for Home and School

1855
...strange to tell, In quiet we had learned to dwell ; THE ANCIENT MARINER,, My very chains and I grew friends. So much a long communion tends To make us what we are : — even I Kegained my freedom with a sigh. SONNET. — J. Blanco White. MYSTERIOUS night ! when...
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Gleanings from the Poets, for Home and School

American poetry - 1855 - 430 pages
...strange to tell, In qriet we had learned to dwell ; THE ANCIENT MARINER. My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are : — even I Regainec my freedom with a sigh. SONNET. — J. Blanco mite. MYSTERIOUS night ! when our...
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A Residence in Tasmania: With a Descriptive Tour Through the Island, from ...

Henry Butler Stoney - Tasmania - 1856 - 311 pages
...scenery. CHAPTER V. Yet strange to tell ! In quiet we had learned to dwell : My very chains and I grew friends, — So much a long communion tends To make us what we are ; " PRISONER OF CHILLON. TASMAN'S Peninsula, the present head quarters of the convicts, is the south-eastern...
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the works of lord byron

j. w. lake - 1856
...power to kill—yet, strange to tell! -In quiet we had learn'd to dwell— My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are:—even 1 Regain'd my freedom with a sigh. NOTES. Note 1. Page, 208, Sonnet, line 13. By Bonnivard!—may...
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The Poetical Works of Lord Byron: With Life

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - Poetry - 1857 - 576 pages
...power to kill — yet, strange to tell ! In quiet we had learn'd to dwell — My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are : — even I Begain'd my freedom with a sigh. THE DEEAM. OUR life is twofold : Sleep hath its own world,...
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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century

Robert Aris Willmott - American poetry - 1857 - 397 pages
...power to kill — yet, strange to tell ! In quiet we had learn'd to dwell — My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are : — even I Regain'd my freedom with a sigh. THE DREAM. OUR life is twofold : Sleep hath its own world,...
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Poems

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1859
...power to kill — yet, strange to tell ! In quiet we had learn'd to dwell — My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are : — even I Regaiu'd my freedom with a sigh. MONODY ON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT HON. EB SHERIDAN. SPOKEN...
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