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" Away, away, my steed and I, Upon the pinions of the wind, All human dwellings left behind : We sped, like meteors through the sky... "
The Sporting review, ed. by 'Craven'. - Сторінка 448
редактори - 1839
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The casquet of literature, a selection in poetry and ..., Томи 1 – 2

Casket - 1873
...Which could evade, if unfurgivun, The patient search and vigil loug Of him who treasures up a wrong. ^{ ţe8 h! h ` ]Y δ %rPm Q W j3 j Fy8{ u eh L w s֨ 3 ; behind ; We sped like meteors through the sky, Wheu with its crackling sound the night Is cheijuerM...
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An Analysis of the English Language, Or, The Elements of Sentences in Their ...

Samuel Stillman Greene - 1874 - 323 стор.
...Fearful, ominous silence ! How soon to be broken by shouts of rage and groans of agony \—AH Everett. Away ! Away ! my steed and I Upon the pinions of the wind ! — Byron. " Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns 1" he said. — Tennyson. Hear the...
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Cassell's illustrated readings, Том 2;Том 67

Cassell, ltd - 1875
...Which could evade, if nnforgiven, The patient search and vigil long Of him who treasures up a wrong. Away, away, my steed and I, Upon the pinions of the wind, All human dwellings left behind ; We sped like meteors through the sky, When with its crackling sound the night Is chequer'd...
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A New Library of Poetry and Song, Том 2

William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 934 стор.
...; but midst the tread, The thunder of my courser's speed, Perchance they did not hear nor heed : " Away, away, my steed and I, Upon the pinions of the wind, All human dwellings left behind ; We sped like meteors through the sky, When with its crackling sound the night Is checkered...
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A New Library of Poetry and Song, Том 2

William Cullen Bryant - 1877
...; but midst the tread, The thunder of my courser's speed, Perchance they did not hear nor heed : " Away, away, my steed and I, Upon the pinions of the wind, All human dwellings left behind ; We sped like meteors through the sky, When with its crackling sound the night Is checkered...
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Russia

1878
...could evade, if unforgiven, The patient search and vigil long Of him who treasures up a wrong. XI. "Away, away, my steed and I, Upon the pinions of the wind, All human dwellings left behind; We sped like meteors through the sky, When with its crackling sound the night Is checkered...
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New reader, Випуск 5

New reader - 1879
...Perchance they did not hear nor heed ; It vexes me — for I would fain Have paid their insult back again. Away ! — away ! — my steed and I, Upon the pinions* of the wind, All human dwellings left behind, We speed like meteors* through the sky. Town — village — none were on our track, The sky...
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Short readings from English poetry, chosen and arranged with notes by H.A. Hertz

Helen A Hertz - 1879
...to liberty. In this poem he is supposed, as an old man, to be relating this adventure of his youth. AWAY, away, my steed and I, Upon the pinions of the wind, All human dwellings left behind ; We sped like meteors through the sky, When with its crackling sound the night Is chequered...
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The poetical works of lord Byron. Illustr. ed

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1879
...could evade, if unforgiven, The patient search and vigil long Of him who treasures up a wrong. XT. " Away, away, my steed and I, Upon the pinions of the wind, All human dwellings left behind ; We sped like meteors through the sky, When with its crackling sound the night Is chequer'...
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The poetical works of lord Byron, with life

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1881 - 576 стор.
...evade, if unforgiven, The patient seareh and vigil long Of him who treasures up a wrong. : V S w " Away, away, my steed and I, Upon the pinions of the wind, All human dwellings left behind ; We sped like meteors through the sky, When with its eraekling sound the night Is ehequer'd...
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