Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntJ. Murray, 1841 - 320 էջ |
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Արդյունքներ 42–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... turn to linger as you go , From loftier rocks new loveliness survey , And rest ye at our " Lady's house of woe ; " Where frugal monks their little relics show , And sundry legends to the stranger tell : Here impious men have punish'd ...
... turn to linger as you go , From loftier rocks new loveliness survey , And rest ye at our " Lady's house of woe ; " Where frugal monks their little relics show , And sundry legends to the stranger tell : Here impious men have punish'd ...
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... turn'd a nation's shallow joy to gloom . Here Folly dash'd to earth the victor's plume , And Policy regain'd what arms had lost : For chiefs like ours in vain may laurels bloom ! Woe to the conquering , not the conquer'd host , Since ...
... turn'd a nation's shallow joy to gloom . Here Folly dash'd to earth the victor's plume , And Policy regain'd what arms had lost : For chiefs like ours in vain may laurels bloom ! Woe to the conquering , not the conquer'd host , Since ...
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... turn Morena's dusky height Sustains aloft the battery's iron load ; And , far as mortal eye can compass sight , The mountain - howitzer , the broken road , The bristling palisade , the fosse o'er - flow'd , The station'd bands , the ...
... turn Morena's dusky height Sustains aloft the battery's iron load ; And , far as mortal eye can compass sight , The mountain - howitzer , the broken road , The bristling palisade , the fosse o'er - flow'd , The station'd bands , the ...
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... turn'd aside to pay my homage here ; Forgot the land , the sons , the maids of Spain ; Her fate , to every freeborn bosom dear ; And hail'd thee , not perchance without a tear . Now to my theme — but from thy holy haunt Let me some ...
... turn'd aside to pay my homage here ; Forgot the land , the sons , the maids of Spain ; Her fate , to every freeborn bosom dear ; And hail'd thee , not perchance without a tear . Now to my theme — but from thy holy haunt Let me some ...
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... turns . LXVIII . The Sabbath comes , a day of blessed rest ; What hallows it upon this Christian shore ? Lo ! it is sacred to a solemn feast : Hark ! heard you not the forest - monarch's roar ? Crashing the lance , he snuffs the ...
... turns . LXVIII . The Sabbath comes , a day of blessed rest ; What hallows it upon this Christian shore ? Lo ! it is sacred to a solemn feast : Hark ! heard you not the forest - monarch's roar ? Crashing the lance , he snuffs the ...
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