Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 5–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 191
Not so the rustic - with his trembling mate He lurks , nor casts his heavy eye afar ,
Lest he should view his vineyard desolate , Blasted below the dun hot breath of
war . No more beneath soft Eve ' s corisenting star Fandango twirls his jocund ...
Not so the rustic - with his trembling mate He lurks , nor casts his heavy eye afar ,
Lest he should view his vineyard desolate , Blasted below the dun hot breath of
war . No more beneath soft Eve ' s corisenting star Fandango twirls his jocund ...
Էջ 84
Their breath is agitation , and their life A storm whereon they ride , to sink at last ,
And yet so nurs ' d and bigotted to strife , That should their days , surviving perils
past , Melt to calm twilight , they feel overcast With sorrow and supineness , and ...
Their breath is agitation , and their life A storm whereon they ride , to sink at last ,
And yet so nurs ' d and bigotted to strife , That should their days , surviving perils
past , Melt to calm twilight , they feel overcast With sorrow and supineness , and ...
Էջ 98
... word were Lightning , I would speak ; But as it is , I live and die upheard , With
a most voiceless thought , sheathing it as a sword . XCVIII . The morn is up again
, the dewy morn , With breath all incepae , and with cheek all blooin , Laughing ...
... word were Lightning , I would speak ; But as it is , I live and die upheard , With
a most voiceless thought , sheathing it as a sword . XCVIII . The morn is up again
, the dewy morn , With breath all incepae , and with cheek all blooin , Laughing ...
Էջ 99
... those summits solely , por alone In the still cave and forest ; , o ' er the flower
His eyes is sparkling , and his breath hath blown , His soft and summer breath ,
whose tender power Passes the strength of storms in their most desolate hour ,
CI .
... those summits solely , por alone In the still cave and forest ; , o ' er the flower
His eyes is sparkling , and his breath hath blown , His soft and summer breath ,
whose tender power Passes the strength of storms in their most desolate hour ,
CI .
Էջ 102
I have not loved the world nor the world me ; I have not flattered it ' s rank breath ,
nor bow ' d To it ' s idolatries a patient knee , Nor coin ' d my cheek to smiles , -
nor cried aloud In worship of an echo ; in the crowd They could not deem me one
...
I have not loved the world nor the world me ; I have not flattered it ' s rank breath ,
nor bow ' d To it ' s idolatries a patient knee , Nor coin ' d my cheek to smiles , -
nor cried aloud In worship of an echo ; in the crowd They could not deem me one
...
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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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