Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 22–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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Tot in those climes where I have late been straying , Though Beauty long hath there been matchless deem'd ; Not in those visions to the heart displaying Forms which it sighs but to have only dream'd , Hath aught like thee in truth or ...
Tot in those climes where I have late been straying , Though Beauty long hath there been matchless deem'd ; Not in those visions to the heart displaying Forms which it sighs but to have only dream'd , Hath aught like thee in truth or ...
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-a dream alone . Can despots compass aught that hails their sway ? Or call with truth one span of earth their own , Save that wherein at last they crumble bone by bone ? XLIII . Oh , Albuera ! glorious field of grief !
-a dream alone . Can despots compass aught that hails their sway ? Or call with truth one span of earth their own , Save that wherein at last they crumble bone by bone ? XLIII . Oh , Albuera ! glorious field of grief !
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[ her wing Oft have I dream'd of thee ! whose glorious name Who knows not , knows not man's divinest lore : And now I view thee , ' tis , alas , with shame That I in feeblest accents must adore . When I recount thy worshippers of yore I ...
[ her wing Oft have I dream'd of thee ! whose glorious name Who knows not , knows not man's divinest lore : And now I view thee , ' tis , alas , with shame That I in feeblest accents must adore . When I recount thy worshippers of yore I ...
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LXXXII , Oh ! many a time , and oft , had Harold lor'd , Or dream'd he lov'd , since Rapture is a dream ; But now his wayward bosom was unmovid , For not yet had he drunk of Lethe's stream ; And lately hạd he learn'd with truth to deem ...
LXXXII , Oh ! many a time , and oft , had Harold lor'd , Or dream'd he lov'd , since Rapture is a dream ; But now his wayward bosom was unmovid , For not yet had he drunk of Lethe's stream ; And lately hạd he learn'd with truth to deem ...
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Let others rapt in pleasure seem , And taste of all that I forsake ; Oh ! inay they still of transport dream , And ne'er , at least like me , awake ! 8 . Through many a clime ' tis mine to go , With many a retrospection curst ; And all ...
Let others rapt in pleasure seem , And taste of all that I forsake ; Oh ! inay they still of transport dream , And ne'er , at least like me , awake ! 8 . Through many a clime ' tis mine to go , With many a retrospection curst ; And all ...
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Հատոր 1 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1837 |
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