The Complete Works of Lord Byron: Including His Suppressed Poems, and Others Never Before Published, Volume 4 |
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The tyrant of the Chersonese Was freedom's best and bravest friend ; That tyrant was Miltiades ! Oh ! that the present hour would lend Another despot of the kind ! Such chains as his were sure to bind . Fill high the bowl with Samian ...
The tyrant of the Chersonese Was freedom's best and bravest friend ; That tyrant was Miltiades ! Oh ! that the present hour would lend Another despot of the kind ! Such chains as his were sure to bind . Fill high the bowl with Samian ...
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