Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Yet deem not thence his breast a breast of steel ; Ye , who have known what ' tis
to dote upon A few dear objects , will in sadness feel Such partings break the
heart they fondly hope to heal . XI . His house , his home , his heritage , his lands
...
Yet deem not thence his breast a breast of steel ; Ye , who have known what ' tis
to dote upon A few dear objects , will in sadness feel Such partings break the
heart they fondly hope to heal . XI . His house , his home , his heritage , his lands
...
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the fires of death , The bale - fires flash on high : — from rock to rock Each volley
tells that thousands cease to breathe ; Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc , Red
Battle stamps his foot , and nations feel the shock . XXXIX . Lo ! where the Giant ...
the fires of death , The bale - fires flash on high : — from rock to rock Each volley
tells that thousands cease to breathe ; Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc , Red
Battle stamps his foot , and nations feel the shock . XXXIX . Lo ! where the Giant ...
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Tis night , when Meditation bids us feel We once have loved , though love is at an
end : The heart , lone mourner of its baffled zeal , Though friendless now , will
dream it had a friend . Who with the weight of years would wish to bend , When ...
Tis night , when Meditation bids us feel We once have loved , though love is at an
end : The heart , lone mourner of its baffled zeal , Though friendless now , will
dream it had a friend . Who with the weight of years would wish to bend , When ...
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But midst the crowd , the hum , the shock of men , To hear , to see , to feel , and to
possess , And roam along , the world ' s tired denizen , With none who bless us ,
none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress !
But midst the crowd , the hum , the shock of men , To hear , to see , to feel , and to
possess , And roam along , the world ' s tired denizen , With none who bless us ,
none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress !
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Sweet Florence ! could another ever share This wayward , loveless heart , it
would be thine : But check ' d by every tie , I may not dare To cast a worthless
offering at thy shrine , Nor ask so dear a breast to feel one pang for mine . . XXXI .
Sweet Florence ! could another ever share This wayward , loveless heart , it
would be thine : But check ' d by every tie , I may not dare To cast a worthless
offering at thy shrine , Nor ask so dear a breast to feel one pang for mine . . XXXI .
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Հատոր 1 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1837 |
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| Վերնագիր | Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, George Gordon Byron Baron Byron |
| Հեղինակ | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron |
| Նկարիչ | William Finden, Edward Francis Finden |
| Հրատարակիչ | J. Murray, 1841 |
| Original from | Հարվարդի համալսարան |
| Digitized | 25 Սեպտեմբեր 2008 |
| Length | 320 էջ |
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