The Illustrated Byron |
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NOTE 13 , page 56 . And silver - sheathed ataghan . The ataghan , a long dagger worn with pistols in the belt , in a metal scabbard , generally of silver ; and , among the wealthier , gilt , or of gold . NOTE 14 , page 56 .
NOTE 13 , page 56 . And silver - sheathed ataghan . The ataghan , a long dagger worn with pistols in the belt , in a metal scabbard , generally of silver ; and , among the wealthier , gilt , or of gold . NOTE 14 , page 56 .
第 89 頁
It has been much doubted whether the notes of this " Lover of the rose " are sad or merry ; and Mr. Fox's remarks on the subject ... the Jews of Salonica , and the Greeks of Athens , are the worst of their respective races . NOTE 22 ...
It has been much doubted whether the notes of this " Lover of the rose " are sad or merry ; and Mr. Fox's remarks on the subject ... the Jews of Salonica , and the Greeks of Athens , are the worst of their respective races . NOTE 22 ...
第 495 頁
NOTE 21 , page 467 . For him thy beltane yet may burn . Beltane Tree , a Highland festival on the first of May , held near fires lighted for the occasion . NOTE 22 , page 471 . Creusa's style but wanting to the dame .
NOTE 21 , page 467 . For him thy beltane yet may burn . Beltane Tree , a Highland festival on the first of May , held near fires lighted for the occasion . NOTE 22 , page 471 . Creusa's style but wanting to the dame .
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