Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 44–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 174
It had been easy to varnish over his faults , to make him do more and express less , but he never was intended as an example , further than to show that early perversion of mind and moral , leads to satiety of past pleasure and ...
It had been easy to varnish over his faults , to make him do more and express less , but he never was intended as an example , further than to show that early perversion of mind and moral , leads to satiety of past pleasure and ...
Էջ 181
“ Let winds be sbrill , let waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind ; Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ; For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend save these alone But thee ...
“ Let winds be sbrill , let waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind ; Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ; For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend save these alone But thee ...
Էջ 193
... the tender fierceness of the dove Pecking the hand that hovers o'er her mate ; In softness as in firmness far above Remoter females , fani'd for sickening prate ; Her mind is nobler sure , her charms perchance as great . с LVIII .
... the tender fierceness of the dove Pecking the hand that hovers o'er her mate ; In softness as in firmness far above Remoter females , fani'd for sickening prate ; Her mind is nobler sure , her charms perchance as great . с LVIII .
Էջ 200
Yet to the beauteous form he was not blind , Though now it mov'd him as it moves the wise ; Not that Philosophy on such a mind E'er deiga'd to bend her chastely awful eyes ; But Passion rayes herself to rest , or flies ; And Vice ...
Yet to the beauteous form he was not blind , Though now it mov'd him as it moves the wise ; Not that Philosophy on such a mind E'er deiga'd to bend her chastely awful eyes ; But Passion rayes herself to rest , or flies ; And Vice ...
Էջ 210
But most the modern Pict's ignoble boast , To rive what Goth , and Turk , and Time hath spar'd ; ( 6 ) Could as the crags upon his native coast , His mind as barren and his heart as hard , Is he whose head conceiv'd , whose band ...
But most the modern Pict's ignoble boast , To rive what Goth , and Turk , and Time hath spar'd ; ( 6 ) Could as the crags upon his native coast , His mind as barren and his heart as hard , Is he whose head conceiv'd , whose band ...
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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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