Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 14–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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Behold the hall where chiefs were late conven'd ! ( 4 ) Oh ! dome displeasing unto British eye ! With diadem hight foolscap , lo ! a fiend , A little fiend that scoffs incessantly , There sits in parchment robe array'd , and by His side ...
Behold the hall where chiefs were late conven'd ! ( 4 ) Oh ! dome displeasing unto British eye ! With diadem hight foolscap , lo ! a fiend , A little fiend that scoffs incessantly , There sits in parchment robe array'd , and by His side ...
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Vain Sophistry ! in these behold the tools , The broken tools , that tyrants cast away By myriads , when they dare to pave their way With human hears to what ? -a dream alone . Can despots compass aught that hails their sway ?
Vain Sophistry ! in these behold the tools , The broken tools , that tyrants cast away By myriads , when they dare to pave their way With human hears to what ? -a dream alone . Can despots compass aught that hails their sway ?
Էջ 195
Happier in this than mightiest bards have been , Whose fate to distant homes confin'd their lot , Shall I unmoy'd behold the hallow'd scene , Which others rave of , though they know it not ? Though here no more Apollo haunts his grot ...
Happier in this than mightiest bards have been , Whose fate to distant homes confin'd their lot , Shall I unmoy'd behold the hallow'd scene , Which others rave of , though they know it not ? Though here no more Apollo haunts his grot ...
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Look on its broken arch , its ruin'd wall , Its chambers desolate , and portals foul : Yes , this was once Ambition's airy hall , The dome of Thought , the palace of the Soul : Behold through each lack - lustre , eyeless hole , The gay ...
Look on its broken arch , its ruin'd wall , Its chambers desolate , and portals foul : Yes , this was once Ambition's airy hall , The dome of Thought , the palace of the Soul : Behold through each lack - lustre , eyeless hole , The gay ...
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Who from true worship's gold cap separate thy dross ? XLV . Ambracia's gulph behold , where once was lost A world for woman , lovely , harmless thing ! In yonder rippling bay , their na val host Did mapy a Roman Chief and Asian king ...
Who from true worship's gold cap separate thy dross ? XLV . Ambracia's gulph behold , where once was lost A world for woman , lovely , harmless thing ! In yonder rippling bay , their na val host Did mapy a Roman Chief and Asian king ...
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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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