Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 56–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... befell ; He felt the fulness of satiety : Then loathed he in his native land to dwell
, Which seem ' d to him more lone than cremite ' s sad cell . For he through sin ' s
long labyrinth had run CHILDE HAROLD ' S PILGRIMAGE . [ CANTO 1 .
... befell ; He felt the fulness of satiety : Then loathed he in his native land to dwell
, Which seem ' d to him more lone than cremite ' s sad cell . For he through sin ' s
long labyrinth had run CHILDE HAROLD ' S PILGRIMAGE . [ CANTO 1 .
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... for vulgar bliss , And spoil ' d her goodly lands to gild his waste , Nor calm
domestic peace had ever deign ' d to taste . ... And from his native land resolved
to go , And visit scorching climes beyond the sea ; With pleasure drugg ' d he
almost ...
... for vulgar bliss , And spoil ' d her goodly lands to gild his waste , Nor calm
domestic peace had ever deign ' d to taste . ... And from his native land resolved
to go , And visit scorching climes beyond the sea ; With pleasure drugg ' d he
almost ...
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His house , his home , his heritage , his lands , The laughing dames in whom he
did delight , Whose large blue eyes , fair locks , and snowy hands , Might shake
the saintship of an anchorite , And long had fed his youthful appetite ; His goblets
...
His house , his home , his heritage , his lands , The laughing dames in whom he
did delight , Whose large blue eyes , fair locks , and snowy hands , Might shake
the saintship of an anchorite , And long had fed his youthful appetite ; His goblets
...
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... to him and thec , My native land — Good Night ! “ A few short hours and He will
rise To CHILDE HAROLD ' S PILGRIMAGE . CANTO 1 .
... to him and thec , My native land — Good Night ! “ A few short hours and He will
rise To CHILDE HAROLD ' S PILGRIMAGE . CANTO 1 .
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10 “ With thee , my bark , I ' ll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what
land thou bear ' st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark -
blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves !
10 “ With thee , my bark , I ' ll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what
land thou bear ' st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark -
blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves !
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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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| 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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