Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Էջ 182
... ere I come back again , He'd tear me where he stands . 10 . “ With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Atb ward the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves !
... ere I come back again , He'd tear me where he stands . 10 . “ With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Atb ward the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves !
Էջ 187
Or dark Sierras rise in craggy pride ? Or fence of art , like China's vasty wall ? Ne barrier wall , ne river deep and wide , Ne horrid crags , nor mountains dark and tall , Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul .
Or dark Sierras rise in craggy pride ? Or fence of art , like China's vasty wall ? Ne barrier wall , ne river deep and wide , Ne horrid crags , nor mountains dark and tall , Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul .
Էջ 188
But e'er the mingling bounds have far been pass'd Dark Guadiana rolls his power along In sullen billow , murmuring and vast , So noted ancient roundelays among . Whilome upon his banks did legions throng Of Moor and knight , in mailed ...
But e'er the mingling bounds have far been pass'd Dark Guadiana rolls his power along In sullen billow , murmuring and vast , So noted ancient roundelays among . Whilome upon his banks did legions throng Of Moor and knight , in mailed ...
Էջ 194
... whom ye scarce allow To taste the gale lest Love should ride the wind , With Spain's dark - glancing daughters - deign to know , There your wise Prophet's paradise we find , His black - eyed maids of heaven , angelically kind . LX .
... whom ye scarce allow To taste the gale lest Love should ride the wind , With Spain's dark - glancing daughters - deign to know , There your wise Prophet's paradise we find , His black - eyed maids of heaven , angelically kind . LX .
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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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