Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 70–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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Ah ! may ' st thou ever be what now thou art , Nor unbeseem the promise of thy
spring , As fair in form , as warm yet pure in heart , Love ' s image upon earth
without his wing , And guileless beyond Hope ' s imagining ! And surely she who
now ...
Ah ! may ' st thou ever be what now thou art , Nor unbeseem the promise of thy
spring , As fair in form , as warm yet pure in heart , Love ' s image upon earth
without his wing , And guileless beyond Hope ' s imagining ! And surely she who
now ...
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02 FIRE RE rewo WE F Since shamed full oft by later lyres on earth , Mine dares
not call thee from thy sacred hill : Yet there I ' ve wander ' d by thy vaunted rill ;
Yes ! sigh ' d o ' er Delphi ' s long - deserted shrine , Where , save that feeble ...
02 FIRE RE rewo WE F Since shamed full oft by later lyres on earth , Mine dares
not call thee from thy sacred hill : Yet there I ' ve wander ' d by thy vaunted rill ;
Yes ! sigh ' d o ' er Delphi ' s long - deserted shrine , Where , save that feeble ...
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... mote to luxury invite , Without a sigh he left , to cross the brine , And traverse
Paynim shores , and pass earth ' s central line . XII . The sails were fill ' d , and
CANTO 1 . ) CHILDE HAROLD ' S PILGRIMAGE .
... mote to luxury invite , Without a sigh he left , to cross the brine , And traverse
Paynim shores , and pass earth ' s central line . XII . The sails were fill ' d , and
CANTO 1 . ) CHILDE HAROLD ' S PILGRIMAGE .
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A few short hours and He will rise To give the Morrow birth ; And I shall hail the
main and skies , But not my mother earth . Deserted is my own good hall , Its
hearth is desolate ; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall ; My dog howls at the
gate .
A few short hours and He will rise To give the Morrow birth ; And I shall hail the
main and skies , But not my mother earth . Deserted is my own good hall , Its
hearth is desolate ; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall ; My dog howls at the
gate .
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But man would mar them with an impious hand : And when the Almighty lifts his
fiercest scourge ' Gainst those who most transgress his high command , With
treble vengeance will his hot shafts urge Gaul ' s locust host , and earth from
fellest ...
But man would mar them with an impious hand : And when the Almighty lifts his
fiercest scourge ' Gainst those who most transgress his high command , With
treble vengeance will his hot shafts urge Gaul ' s locust host , and earth from
fellest ...
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Հատոր 1 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1837 |
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. A romaunt. [With a portrait.] George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1842 |
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