Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 30–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 184
... 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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But here the Babylonian whore hath built A dome , where flaunts she in such glorious sheep , That men forget the blood which she hath spilt , And bow the kuce to Pomp that loves to varnish guilt . XXX . O'er vales that team with fruits ...
But here the Babylonian whore hath built A dome , where flaunts she in such glorious sheep , That men forget the blood which she hath spilt , And bow the kuce to Pomp that loves to varnish guilt . XXX . O'er vales that team with fruits ...
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Lo ! where the Giant on the mountain stands , His blood - red tresses deep'ning in the sun , With death - shot glowing in his fiery hands , And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon ; Restless it rolls , now fixed , and now anon ...
Lo ! where the Giant on the mountain stands , His blood - red tresses deep'ning in the sun , With death - shot glowing in his fiery hands , And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon ; Restless it rolls , now fixed , and now anon ...
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While boyish blood is mantling who can ' scape The fascination of thy magic gaze ? A cherub - hydra round us dost thou gape , And mould to every taste thy dear delusive shape , C 2 LXVI . When Paphos fell by Time -- accursed Time ...
While boyish blood is mantling who can ' scape The fascination of thy magic gaze ? A cherub - hydra round us dost thou gape , And mould to every taste thy dear delusive shape , C 2 LXVI . When Paphos fell by Time -- accursed Time ...
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LXXX , Such the ungentle sport that oft invites The Spanish maid , and cheers the Spanish swain Nurtur'd in blood betimes , his heart delights In vengeance , gloating on another's pain . What private feuds the troubled village stain !
LXXX , Such the ungentle sport that oft invites The Spanish maid , and cheers the Spanish swain Nurtur'd in blood betimes , his heart delights In vengeance , gloating on another's pain . What private feuds the troubled village stain !
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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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