Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 43–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 175
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 ...
Էջ 183
Ob , Christ ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land ! What fruits of fragrance blush on every tree ! What goodly prospects o'er the hills expand ! But man would mar them with an impious hand : And ...
Ob , Christ ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land ! What fruits of fragrance blush on every tree ! What goodly prospects o'er the hills expand ! But man would mar them with an impious hand : And ...
Էջ 184
And here and there , as up the crags you spring , Mark many rude carv'd crosses near the path : Yet deem not these devotion's offering These are memorials frail of murderous wrath : For wheresoe'er the shrieking victim hath Pour'd forth ...
And here and there , as up the crags you spring , Mark many rude carv'd crosses near the path : Yet deem not these devotion's offering These are memorials frail of murderous wrath : For wheresoe'er the shrieking victim hath Pour'd forth ...
Էջ 185
England's wealthiest son , Once form'd thy Paradise , as not aware When wanton Wealth her mightiest deeds hath done , Meek Peace voluptuous lures was ever wont to shun . XXIII . Here didst thou dwell , here schemes of pleasure plan ...
England's wealthiest son , Once form'd thy Paradise , as not aware When wanton Wealth her mightiest deeds hath done , Meek Peace voluptuous lures was ever wont to shun . XXIII . Here didst thou dwell , here schemes of pleasure plan ...
Էջ 186
But here the Babylonian whore hath built A dome , where flaunts she in such glorious sheep , That men forget the blood which she hath spilt , And bow the kuce to Pomp that loves to varnish guilt . XXX . O'er vales that team with fruits ...
But here the Babylonian whore hath built A dome , where flaunts she in such glorious sheep , That men forget the blood which she hath spilt , And bow the kuce to Pomp that loves to varnish guilt . XXX . O'er vales that team with fruits ...
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Հատոր 1 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1837 |
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