Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 6–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 179
Yea ! none did love him - not his lemans dear - , But pomp aud power alone are
woman ' s care , And where these are light Eros find a feere ; Maidens , like
moths , are ever caught by glare , And Mammon wins his way where Seraphs
might ...
Yea ! none did love him - not his lemans dear - , But pomp aud power alone are
woman ' s care , And where these are light Eros find a feere ; Maidens , like
moths , are ever caught by glare , And Mammon wins his way where Seraphs
might ...
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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 fate , to every freeborn bosom
dear , And baiļd thee , not perchance without a tear . Now to my theme - but ...
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 fate , to every freeborn bosom
dear , And baiļd thee , not perchance without a tear . Now to my theme - but ...
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Dear to a heart where nought was left so dear ! Though to my hopeless day for
ever lost , In dreams deny me not to see thee here ! And Morn in secret shall
renew the tear Of Consciousness awaking to her woes , And Fancy hover o ' er
thy ...
Dear to a heart where nought was left so dear ! Though to my hopeless day for
ever lost , In dreams deny me not to see thee here ! And Morn in secret shall
renew the tear Of Consciousness awaking to her woes , And Fancy hover o ' er
thy ...
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3 . a I send the lillies given to me ; ; Though long before thy hand they touch , I
know that they must withered be , But yet reject them not as such ; For I have
cherish ' d them as dear , Because they yet may meet thine eye , And guide thy
soul to ...
3 . a I send the lillies given to me ; ; Though long before thy hand they touch , I
know that they must withered be , But yet reject them not as such ; For I have
cherish ' d them as dear , Because they yet may meet thine eye , And guide thy
soul to ...
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MY DEAR HOBHOUSE , AFTER an interval of eight years between the
composition of the first and last cantos of Childe Harold , the conclusion of the
poem is about to be submitted to the public . In parting with so old a friend it is not
...
MY DEAR HOBHOUSE , AFTER an interval of eight years between the
composition of the first and last cantos of Childe Harold , the conclusion of the
poem is about to be submitted to the public . In parting with so old a friend it is not
...
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Հատոր 1 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1837 |
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. A romaunt. [With a portrait.] George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1842 |
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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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