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Արդյունքներ 5–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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And none did love him — though to hall and bower : He gather ' d revellers from
far and near , He knew them flatt ' rers of the festal hour ; The heartless parasites
of present cheer . Yea ! none did love him - not his lemans dear - , But pomp aud
...
And none did love him — though to hall and bower : He gather ' d revellers from
far and near , He knew them flatt ' rers of the festal hour ; The heartless parasites
of present cheer . Yea ! none did love him - not his lemans dear - , But pomp aud
...
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... skies so serene , That he who there at such an hour hath been Will wistful
linger on that hallow ' d spot ; Then slowly tear him from the ' witching scene ,
Sigh forth one wish that such had been his lot , Then turn to hate a world he had
almost ...
... skies so serene , That he who there at such an hour hath been Will wistful
linger on that hallow ' d spot ; Then slowly tear him from the ' witching scene ,
Sigh forth one wish that such had been his lot , Then turn to hate a world he had
almost ...
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Spirit of freedom ! when on Playle ' s brow ( 34 ) Thou sat ' st with Thrasybulus
and his train , Couldst thou forbode the dismal hour which now Dims the green
beauties of thine Attic plain ! Not thirty tyrants now enforce the chain , But every
carle ...
Spirit of freedom ! when on Playle ' s brow ( 34 ) Thou sat ' st with Thrasybulus
and his train , Couldst thou forbode the dismal hour which now Dims the green
beauties of thine Attic plain ! Not thirty tyrants now enforce the chain , But every
carle ...
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Oh Love ! young Love ! bound in thy rosy band , Let sage or cynic prattle as he
will , These hours , and only these , redeem Life ' s years of ill ! LXXXII . But ,
midst the throng in merry masquerade , Lurk there no hearts that throb with secret
pain ...
Oh Love ! young Love ! bound in thy rosy band , Let sage or cynic prattle as he
will , These hours , and only these , redeem Life ' s years of ill ! LXXXII . But ,
midst the throng in merry masquerade , Lurk there no hearts that throb with secret
pain ...
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Yet , peace be with their ashes - - for by them , If merited , the penalty is paid ; It is
not ours to judge , far less condemn ; The hour must come when such things sball
be made Known unto all , or hope and dread allay ' d By slumber , on one ...
Yet , peace be with their ashes - - for by them , If merited , the penalty is paid ; It is
not ours to judge , far less condemn ; The hour must come when such things sball
be made Known unto all , or hope and dread allay ' d By slumber , on one ...
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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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