Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 26–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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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 ...
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At every turn Morena's dusky height Sustains aloft the battery's iron load ; And far as mortal eye can compass sight , The mountain howitzer , the broken road , The bristling pallisade , the fosse o'erflowed , The station'd bands ...
At every turn Morena's dusky height Sustains aloft the battery's iron load ; And far as mortal eye can compass sight , The mountain howitzer , the broken road , The bristling pallisade , the fosse o'erflowed , The station'd bands ...
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... with more iban mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song of love , than Andalusia's maids , Nyrst in the glowing lap of soft desire : Ah ! that to these were given such peaceful shades As Greece can still bestow ...
... with more iban mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song of love , than Andalusia's maids , Nyrst in the glowing lap of soft desire : Ah ! that to these were given such peaceful shades As Greece can still bestow ...
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Nor yet alas ! the dreadful work is done , Fresh legions pour adown the Pyrenees ; It deepens still , the work is scarce begun , Nor mortal eye the distant end foresees . Fall'n nations gaze on Spain ; if freed , she frees More than her ...
Nor yet alas ! the dreadful work is done , Fresh legions pour adown the Pyrenees ; It deepens still , the work is scarce begun , Nor mortal eye the distant end foresees . Fall'n nations gaze on Spain ; if freed , she frees More than her ...
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Didst never yet one mortal song inspire Goddess of Wisdom ! bere thy temple was , And is , despite of war and wasting fire , ( 1 ) And years , that bade thy worship to expire ; But worse than steel , and flame , and ages slow , Is the ...
Didst never yet one mortal song inspire Goddess of Wisdom ! bere thy temple was , And is , despite of war and wasting fire , ( 1 ) And years , that bade thy worship to expire ; But worse than steel , and flame , and ages slow , Is the ...
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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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