Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 5–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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No more beneath soft Eve ' s corisenting star Fandango twirls his jocund castanet
: Ah , monarchs ! could ye taste the mirth ye mar , Not in the toils of Glory would
ye fret ; The hoarse full drum would sleep , and Man be happy yet . XLVIII .
No more beneath soft Eve ' s corisenting star Fandango twirls his jocund castanet
: Ah , monarchs ! could ye taste the mirth ye mar , Not in the toils of Glory would
ye fret ; The hoarse full drum would sleep , and Man be happy yet . XLVIII .
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He who ascends to mountain - tops , shall find The loftjest peaks most wrapt in
clouds and snow He who surpasses or subdues mankind , Must look down on
the hate of those below Though high above , the sun of glory glow , And far
beneath ...
He who ascends to mountain - tops , shall find The loftjest peaks most wrapt in
clouds and snow He who surpasses or subdues mankind , Must look down on
the hate of those below Though high above , the sun of glory glow , And far
beneath ...
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Thy very weeds are beautiful , thy waste More rich than other climes ' fertility ; Thy
wreck a glory , and thy ruin graced With an immaculate charm which can not be
defaced . XXVII . The Moon is up , and yet it is not nightSunset divides the sky ...
Thy very weeds are beautiful , thy waste More rich than other climes ' fertility ; Thy
wreck a glory , and thy ruin graced With an immaculate charm which can not be
defaced . XXVII . The Moon is up , and yet it is not nightSunset divides the sky ...
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And Tasso is their glory and their shame . Hark to his strain ! and then survey his
cell ! And see how dearly earn ' d Torquato ' s fame , And where Alfonso bade his
poet dwell ; The miserable despot could not quell The insulted mind he sought ...
And Tasso is their glory and their shame . Hark to his strain ! and then survey his
cell ! And see how dearly earn ' d Torquato ' s fame , And where Alfonso bade his
poet dwell ; The miserable despot could not quell The insulted mind he sought ...
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There is the mortal of all hunian tales ; ( 48 ) " Tis but the same rehearsal of the
past , First Freedom , and then Glory - - when that fails , Wealth , vice , corruption ,
barbarism at last . Aud History , with all her volumes vast , Hath but one page ...
There is the mortal of all hunian tales ; ( 48 ) " Tis but the same rehearsal of the
past , First Freedom , and then Glory - - when that fails , Wealth , vice , corruption ,
barbarism at last . Aud History , with all her volumes vast , Hath but one page ...
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| Վերնագիր | Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
| Հեղինակ | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron |
| Հրատարակիչ | W. Dugdale, 1826 |
| Original from | Հարվարդի համալսարան |
| Digitized | 15 Հունվար 2009 |
| Length | 162 էջ |
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