Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 18–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... it may be , of his wish to roam Repented he , but in his bosom slept The silent thought , nor from his lips did come One word of wail , whilst others sate and wept , And to the reckless gales unmanly moaning kept . XIII .
... it may be , of his wish to roam Repented he , but in his bosom slept The silent thought , nor from his lips did come One word of wail , whilst others sate and wept , And to the reckless gales unmanly moaning kept . XIII .
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Such tears become thine eye ; If I thy guileless bosom had Mine own would not be dry . 6 . “ Come hither , hither my staunch yeoman , Why dost thou look so pale ? Or dost thou dread a French foeman ? Or shiver at the gale ?
Such tears become thine eye ; If I thy guileless bosom had Mine own would not be dry . 6 . “ Come hither , hither my staunch yeoman , Why dost thou look so pale ? Or dost thou dread a French foeman ? Or shiver at the gale ?
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Four days are sped , but with the fifth , anon , New shores descried make every bosom gay ; And Cintra's mountain greets them on their way And Tagus dashing onward to the deep , His fabled golden tribute bent to pay And soon on board ...
Four days are sped , but with the fifth , anon , New shores descried make every bosom gay ; And Cintra's mountain greets them on their way And Tagus dashing onward to the deep , His fabled golden tribute bent to pay And soon on board ...
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Here giant weeds a passage scarce allow To halls deserted , portals gaping wide : Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom , how Vain are the pleasaunces on earth supplied ; Swept into rocks anon by Time's ungentle tide ! XXIV .
Here giant weeds a passage scarce allow To halls deserted , portals gaping wide : Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom , how Vain are the pleasaunces on earth supplied ; Swept into rocks anon by Time's ungentle tide ! XXIV .
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LXIII . of thee hereafter - Ev'n amidst my strain I turn'd aside to pay my homage here ; Forgot the land , the sons , the maids of Spain ; Her fạte , to every freeborn bosom dear , And hail'd thee , not perchance without a tear .
LXIII . of thee hereafter - Ev'n amidst my strain I turn'd aside to pay my homage here ; Forgot the land , the sons , the maids of Spain ; Her fạte , to every freeborn bosom dear , And hail'd thee , not perchance without a tear .
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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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