Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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His house , his home , his heritage , his lands , The laughing dames in whom he did delight , Whose large blue eyes , fair locks , and snowy bands Might shake the saintship of an anchorite , And long he fed his youthful appetite !
His house , his home , his heritage , his lands , The laughing dames in whom he did delight , Whose large blue eyes , fair locks , and snowy bands Might shake the saintship of an anchorite , And long he fed his youthful appetite !
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“ Adieu , adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The Night - winds sigh -- the breakers roar , And shrieks the wild seamew . Yon Sun that sets upon the sea We follow in ...
“ Adieu , adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The Night - winds sigh -- the breakers roar , And shrieks the wild seamew . Yon Sun that sets upon the sea We follow in ...
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Fresh feres will dry the bright blue eyes We late saw streaming o'er . For pleasure past I do not greive , Nor perils gathering near ; My greatest grief is that I leave No thing that claims a tear . 9 . “ And now I'm in the world alone ...
Fresh feres will dry the bright blue eyes We late saw streaming o'er . For pleasure past I do not greive , Nor perils gathering near ; My greatest grief is that I leave No thing that claims a tear . 9 . “ And now I'm in the world alone ...
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Three hosts combine to offer sacrifice ; Three tongues prefer strange orisons on high ; Three gaudy standards flout the pale blue skies ; The shouts are France , Spain , Albion , Victory ; The foe , the victim , and the fond ally That ...
Three hosts combine to offer sacrifice ; Three tongues prefer strange orisons on high ; Three gaudy standards flout the pale blue skies ; The shouts are France , Spain , Albion , Victory ; The foe , the victim , and the fond ally That ...
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All have their foolexies - not alike are thine , Fair Cadiz , rising o'er the dark blue sea ! Soon as the matin bell proclaimeth nine , Thy saint adorers count the rosary : Much is the VIRGIN teaz'd to shrive them free ( Well do I ween ...
All have their foolexies - not alike are thine , Fair Cadiz , rising o'er the dark blue sea ! Soon as the matin bell proclaimeth nine , Thy saint adorers count the rosary : Much is the VIRGIN teaz'd to shrive them free ( Well do I ween ...
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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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