Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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... even the beauties of nature , and the stimulus of travel ( except ambition , the most powerful of all excitements ) are lost on a soul so constituted , or rather misdirected . Had I proceeded with the Poem , this character would ...
... even the beauties of nature , and the stimulus of travel ( except ambition , the most powerful of all excitements ) are lost on a soul so constituted , or rather misdirected . Had I proceeded with the Poem , this character would ...
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The sails were filled , and fair the light winds blew , As glad to waft him from his native home ; And fast the white rocks faded from his view , And soon'were lost in circumambient foam : And then , it may be , of his wish to roam ...
The sails were filled , and fair the light winds blew , As glad to waft him from his native home ; And fast the white rocks faded from his view , And soon'were lost in circumambient foam : And then , it may be , of his wish to roam ...
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Here folly dash'd to earth the victor's plume , And Policy regain'd what arms had lost ; For chiefs like ours in vain may laurels bloom ! Woe to the conqu'ring , not the conquer'd host , Since baffled Triumpla droops on Lusitania's ...
Here folly dash'd to earth the victor's plume , And Policy regain'd what arms had lost ; For chiefs like ours in vain may laurels bloom ! Woe to the conqu'ring , not the conquer'd host , Since baffled Triumpla droops on Lusitania's ...
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... Andalusia's guest : Here was the camp , the watch - fame , and the host , Here the bold peasant stormed the dragon's nest ; Still does he mark it with triumphant boast , And points to yonder cliffs , which oft were wop and lost .
... Andalusia's guest : Here was the camp , the watch - fame , and the host , Here the bold peasant stormed the dragon's nest ; Still does he mark it with triumphant boast , And points to yonder cliffs , which oft were wop and lost .
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What maid retrieve when man's flush'd hope is lost ? 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 ...
What maid retrieve when man's flush'd hope is lost ? 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 ...
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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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