Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 46–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 183
Four days are sped , but with the fifth , anon , New shores descried make every bosom gay ; And Cintra's mountain greets them on their way And Tagus dashing onward to the deep , His fabled golden tribute bent to pay And soon on board ...
Four days are sped , but with the fifth , anon , New shores descried make every bosom gay ; And Cintra's mountain greets them on their way And Tagus dashing onward to the deep , His fabled golden tribute bent to pay And soon on board ...
Էջ 184
The horrid crags , by toppling convent crown'd ; The cork trees hoar that cloathe the shaggy steep , The mountain moss by scorching skies imbrown'd , The sunken glen , whose sunless shrubs must weep , The tender azure of the unruffled ...
The horrid crags , by toppling convent crown'd ; The cork trees hoar that cloathe the shaggy steep , The mountain moss by scorching skies imbrown'd , The sunken glen , whose sunless shrubs must weep , The tender azure of the unruffled ...
Էջ 185
Here didst thou dwell , here schemes of pleasure plan , Beneath yon mountain's ever beauteous brow ; But now as if a thing unblest by Man , Thy fairy dwelling is as lone as thou ! Here giant weeds a passage scarce allow To halls ...
Here didst thou dwell , here schemes of pleasure plan , Beneath yon mountain's ever beauteous brow ; But now as if a thing unblest by Man , Thy fairy dwelling is as lone as thou ! Here giant weeds a passage scarce allow To halls ...
Էջ 186
So deem'd the Childe , as o'er the mountain he Did take his way in solitary guise : Sweet was the scene , yet soon he thought to fee , More restless than the swallow in the skies ; Though here a while he learn'd to moralize ...
So deem'd the Childe , as o'er the mountain he Did take his way in solitary guise : Sweet was the scene , yet soon he thought to fee , More restless than the swallow in the skies ; Though here a while he learn'd to moralize ...
Էջ 187
... long league to trace , Oh there is sweetness in the mountain air , And life , that bloated Ease can never hope to share . ... Ne horrid crags , nor mountains dark and tall , Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul .
... long league to trace , Oh there is sweetness in the mountain air , And life , that bloated Ease can never hope to share . ... Ne horrid crags , nor mountains dark and tall , Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul .
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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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