Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 72–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 176
Oh ! let that eye , which wild as the Gazelle's , Now brightly bold or beautifully shy , Wins as it wanders , dazzles where it dwells , Glance o'er this page ; nor to my verse deny That smile for which my breast might vainly sigh ...
Oh ! let that eye , which wild as the Gazelle's , Now brightly bold or beautifully shy , Wins as it wanders , dazzles where it dwells , Glance o'er this page ; nor to my verse deny That smile for which my breast might vainly sigh ...
Էջ 177
Since sham'd full oft by later lyres on earth , Mine dares not call thee from thy sacred hill : Yet there I've wander'd by thy vaunted rill ; Yes ! sighed o'er Delphi's long deserted shrine , ( 1 ) Where , save that feeble fountain ...
Since sham'd full oft by later lyres on earth , Mine dares not call thee from thy sacred hill : Yet there I've wander'd by thy vaunted rill ; Yes ! sighed o'er Delphi's long deserted shrine , ( 1 ) Where , save that feeble fountain ...
Էջ 180
“ Adieu , adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The Night - winds sigh -- the breakers roar , And shrieks the wild seamew . Yon Sun that sets upon the sea We follow in ...
“ Adieu , adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The Night - winds sigh -- the breakers roar , And shrieks the wild seamew . Yon Sun that sets upon the sea We follow in ...
Էջ 182
Fresh feres will dry the bright blue eyes We late saw streaming o'er . For pleasure past I do not greive , Nor perils gathering near ; My greatest grief is that I leave No thing that claims a tear . 9 . “ And now I'm in the world alone ...
Fresh feres will dry the bright blue eyes We late saw streaming o'er . For pleasure past I do not greive , Nor perils gathering near ; My greatest grief is that I leave No thing that claims a tear . 9 . “ And now I'm in the world alone ...
Էջ 183
What goodly prospects o'er the hills expand ! But man would mar them with an impious hand : And when the Almighty lifts his fiercest scourge ' Gainst those who most trausgress his high command With treble vengeance will his hot shafts ...
What goodly prospects o'er the hills expand ! But man would mar them with an impious hand : And when the Almighty lifts his fiercest scourge ' Gainst those who most trausgress his high command With treble vengeance will his hot shafts ...
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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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