Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 37–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 182
Ferehance my dog will whine in vain , Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again , He'd tear me where he stands . 10 . “ With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Atb ward the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st ...
Ferehance my dog will whine in vain , Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again , He'd tear me where he stands . 10 . “ With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Atb ward the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st ...
Էջ 183
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 ...
Էջ 184
Ah , me ! what hand can pencil guide , or pen , To follow half on which the eye dilates Through views more dazzling unto mortal ken Than those whereof such things the bard relates , Who to the awe - struck world unlock'd Elysium's gates ...
Ah , me ! what hand can pencil guide , or pen , To follow half on which the eye dilates Through views more dazzling unto mortal ken Than those whereof such things the bard relates , Who to the awe - struck world unlock'd Elysium's gates ...
Էջ 189
Lo ! where the Giant on the mountain stands , His blood - red tresses deep'ning in the sun , With death - shot glowing in his fiery hands , And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon ; Restless it rolls , now fixed , and now anon ...
Lo ! where the Giant on the mountain stands , His blood - red tresses deep'ning in the sun , With death - shot glowing in his fiery hands , And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon ; Restless it rolls , now fixed , and now anon ...
Էջ 193
Who hang so fiercely on the flying Gaul , Foil'd by a woman's hand , before a batter'd wall ? ( 11 ) LVII . Yet are Spain's maids no race of Amazons , But form'd for all the witching arts of love ; Though thus in arms they emulate her ...
Who hang so fiercely on the flying Gaul , Foil'd by a woman's hand , before a batter'd wall ? ( 11 ) LVII . Yet are Spain's maids no race of Amazons , But form'd for all the witching arts of love ; Though thus in arms they emulate her ...
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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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