Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 21–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 178
And now Childe Harold was sore sick at heart , And from his fellow bacchanals would fee ; ' Tis said , at times the sullen tear would start , But pride congeal'd the drop within his ee ; Apart ...
And now Childe Harold was sore sick at heart , And from his fellow bacchanals would fee ; ' Tis said , at times the sullen tear would start , But pride congeal'd the drop within his ee ; Apart ...
Էջ 183
... Which poets vainly pave with sands of gold , But now whereon a thousand keels did ride Of mighty strength , since Albion was allied , And to the Lusians did her aid afford : A nation swoln with ignorance and pride , Who lick yet ...
... Which poets vainly pave with sands of gold , But now whereon a thousand keels did ride Of mighty strength , since Albion was allied , And to the Lusians did her aid afford : A nation swoln with ignorance and pride , Who lick yet ...
Էջ 187
Where Lusitania and her sister meet , Deem ye what bounds the rival realms divide ? Or ere the jealous queens of nations greet , Doth Tayo interpose his mighty tide ? Or dark Sierras rise in craggy pride ? Or fence of art , like China's ...
Where Lusitania and her sister meet , Deem ye what bounds the rival realms divide ? Or ere the jealous queens of nations greet , Doth Tayo interpose his mighty tide ? Or dark Sierras rise in craggy pride ? Or fence of art , like China's ...
Էջ 188
Pride , bend thine eye from heav'n to thine estate ! See how the Mighty shrink into a song ! Can Volume , Pillar , Pile preserve thee great ? Or must thou trust Tradition's simple tongue , ( wrong ? When Flattery sleeps with thee ...
Pride , bend thine eye from heav'n to thine estate ! See how the Mighty shrink into a song ! Can Volume , Pillar , Pile preserve thee great ? Or must thou trust Tradition's simple tongue , ( wrong ? When Flattery sleeps with thee ...
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... Her vassals combat when their chieftains flee , True to the veriest slaves of Treachery ; Fond of a land which taught them naught but life , Pride points the path that leads to Liberty ; Back to the struggle , baffled in the strife ...
... Her vassals combat when their chieftains flee , True to the veriest slaves of Treachery ; Fond of a land which taught them naught but life , Pride points the path that leads to Liberty ; Back to the struggle , baffled in the strife ...
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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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