lundi 2 février 2009

Les incipits : BYRON, Hours of Idleness.

Through thy battlements, Newstead, the hollow winds whistls ;
Thou the hall of my Fathers art gone to decay ;
In thy once smiling garden, the hemlock and thistle
Have choked up the rose which late bloom'd in the way.
("On Leaving Newstead Abbey")

Lord BYRON, Hours of Idleness. A Series of Poems, Original and Translated, 1807.

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