Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 33–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... Mark many rude carv'd crosses near the path : Yet deem not these devotion's offering These are memorials frail of murderous wrath : For wheresoe'er the shrieking victim hath Pour'd forth his blood beneath the assassin's knife Some ...
... Mark many rude carv'd crosses near the path : Yet deem not these devotion's offering These are memorials frail of murderous wrath : For wheresoe'er the shrieking victim hath Pour'd forth his blood beneath the assassin's knife Some ...
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On sloping mounds , or in the vale beneath , Are domes where whilome kings did make repair ; But now the wild flowers round them only breathe ; Yet ruin'd splendour still is lingering there . And yonder towers the Prince's palace fair ...
On sloping mounds , or in the vale beneath , Are domes where whilome kings did make repair ; But now the wild flowers round them only breathe ; Yet ruin'd splendour still is lingering there . And yonder towers the Prince's palace fair ...
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Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote ; Nor sav'd your brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants ' slaves ! -- the fires of death , The bale - fires flash on high ; —from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to ...
Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote ; Nor sav'd your brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants ' slaves ! -- the fires of death , The bale - fires flash on high ; —from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to ...
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No more beneath soft Eve's consenting 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 .
No more beneath soft Eve's consenting 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 .
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... of loyalty this token true ; Sharp is the knife , and sudden is the stroke ; And sorely would the gallic foeman rue , If subtle poniards , wrapt beneath the cloke , Could blunt the sabre's edge , or clear the cannon's smoke . LI .
... of loyalty this token true ; Sharp is the knife , and sudden is the stroke ; And sorely would the gallic foeman rue , If subtle poniards , wrapt beneath the cloke , Could blunt the sabre's edge , or clear the cannon's smoke . LI .
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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 |
| 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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