Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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... Love's Image upon earth without his wing , And guileless beyond Hope's imagining And surely she who now so fondly rears Thy youth , in thee , thus hourly brightening , Beholds the rainbow of her future years , Before whose heavenly ...
... Love's Image upon earth without his wing , And guileless beyond Hope's imagining And surely she who now so fondly rears Thy youth , in thee , thus hourly brightening , Beholds the rainbow of her future years , Before whose heavenly ...
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Since sham'd full oft by later lyres on earth , Mine dares not call thee from thy sacred hill : Yet there I've wander'd by thy vaunted rill ; Yes ! sighed o'er Delphi's long deserted shrine , ( 1 ) Where , save that feeble fountain ...
Since sham'd full oft by later lyres on earth , Mine dares not call thee from thy sacred hill : Yet there I've wander'd by thy vaunted rill ; Yes ! sighed o'er Delphi's long deserted shrine , ( 1 ) Where , save that feeble fountain ...
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His goblets brimm'd with every costly wine , And all that mote to luxury invite , Without a sigh he left to cross the brine , And traverse Payaim shores , and pass earth's central line . XII . The sails were filled , and fair the ...
His goblets brimm'd with every costly wine , And all that mote to luxury invite , Without a sigh he left to cross the brine , And traverse Payaim shores , and pass earth's central line . XII . The sails were filled , and fair the ...
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A few short hours , and He will rise To give the Morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and skies , But not my mother Earth , Deserted is my own good ball , Its hearth so desolate ; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall ; My dogs howl ...
A few short hours , and He will rise To give the Morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and skies , But not my mother Earth , Deserted is my own good ball , Its hearth so desolate ; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall ; My dogs howl ...
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But man would mar them with an impious hand : And when the Almighty lifts his fiercest scourge ' Gainst those who most trausgress his high command With treble vengeance will his hot shafts urge Gaul's locust host , aud earth from ...
But man would mar them with an impious hand : And when the Almighty lifts his fiercest scourge ' Gainst those who most trausgress his high command With treble vengeance will his hot shafts urge Gaul's locust host , aud earth from ...
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Հատոր 1 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1837 |
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