Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 25–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 186
Will not our own and fellow - nations sneer , To view these champions cheated of their fame , By foes in fight o'erthrown , yet victors here , [ year ? Where Scorn her finger points through many a coming XXVII .
Will not our own and fellow - nations sneer , To view these champions cheated of their fame , By foes in fight o'erthrown , yet victors here , [ year ? Where Scorn her finger points through many a coming XXVII .
Էջ 187
Far as the eye discerns , withouten end , Spain's realms appear whereon her shepherds tend Flocks whose rich fleece right well the reader knows , Now must the pastor's arm his lambs defend ; For Spain is compass'd by unyielding foes ...
Far as the eye discerns , withouten end , Spain's realms appear whereon her shepherds tend Flocks whose rich fleece right well the reader knows , Now must the pastor's arm his lambs defend ; For Spain is compass'd by unyielding foes ...
Էջ 189
... Albion , Victory ; The foe , the victim , and the fond ally That fights for all but ever fights in vain , Are met - as if at home they could not die To feed the crow on Talavera's plain , And fertilize the field that each pretends ...
... Albion , Victory ; The foe , the victim , and the fond ally That fights for all but ever fights in vain , Are met - as if at home they could not die To feed the crow on Talavera's plain , And fertilize the field that each pretends ...
Էջ 190
As o'er thy plain the Pilgrim prick'd his steed , Who could foresee thee , in a space so brief , A scene where mingling foes should boast and bleed ! Peace to the perish'd ! may the warrior's meed And tears of triumph their reward ...
As o'er thy plain the Pilgrim prick'd his steed , Who could foresee thee , in a space so brief , A scene where mingling foes should boast and bleed ! Peace to the perish'd ! may the warrior's meed And tears of triumph their reward ...
Էջ 191
On yon long , level plain , at distance crown'd With crags , whereon those Moorish turrets rest , Wide scatter'd hoof - marks dint the wounded ground ; And , ' scath'd by fire , the green sward's darken'd vest Tells that the foe was ...
On yon long , level plain , at distance crown'd With crags , whereon those Moorish turrets rest , Wide scatter'd hoof - marks dint the wounded ground ; And , ' scath'd by fire , the green sward's darken'd vest Tells that the foe was ...
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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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