Note 51 — BOOK I.
Rowland Smith translation
"Away, away, my steed and I, Upon the pinions of the wind, All human dwellings left behind; We sped like meteors through the sky."—Byron.
Rowland Smith translation
"Away, away, my steed and I, Upon the pinions of the wind, All human dwellings left behind; We sped like meteors through the sky."—Byron.