Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 16–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... for which my breast might vainly sigh , Could I to thee be ever more than friend : This much , dear maid , accord : por question why To one so young my strain I would commend , But bid me with my wreath one matchless lily blend .
... for which my breast might vainly sigh , Could I to thee be ever more than friend : This much , dear maid , accord : por question why To one so young my strain I would commend , But bid me with my wreath one matchless lily blend .
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... Ye , who have known what ' tis to doat upon A few dear objects , will in sadness feel Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal . XI . His house , his home , his heritage , his lands , The laughing dames in whom he did ...
... Ye , who have known what ' tis to doat upon A few dear objects , will in sadness feel Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal . XI . His house , his home , his heritage , his lands , The laughing dames in whom he did ...
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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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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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None are so desolate but something dear , Dearer than self , possesses or possess'd A thought , and claims the homage of a tear ; A flashing pang ! of which the weary breast Would still , albeit in vain , the heavy heart divest . XXV .
None are so desolate but something dear , Dearer than self , possesses or possess'd A thought , and claims the homage of a tear ; A flashing pang ! of which the weary breast Would still , albeit in vain , the heavy heart divest . XXV .
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Հատոր 1 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1837 |
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