Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Էջ 187
Here leans the idle shepherd on his crook , And vacant on the rippling waves doth look , That peaceful still ' twixt bitterest foemen flow ; For proud each peasant as the noblest duke ; Well doth the Spanish hind the difference know ...
Here leans the idle shepherd on his crook , And vacant on the rippling waves doth look , That peaceful still ' twixt bitterest foemen flow ; For proud each peasant as the noblest duke ; Well doth the Spanish hind the difference know ...
Էջ 190
Full swiftly Harold wends his lonely way Where proud Sevilla triumphs unsubdued ; Yet is she free - the spoiler's wish'd - for prey ! Soon , soon shall Conquest's fiery foot intrude , Blackening her lovely domes with traces rude .
Full swiftly Harold wends his lonely way Where proud Sevilla triumphs unsubdued ; Yet is she free - the spoiler's wish'd - for prey ! Soon , soon shall Conquest's fiery foot intrude , Blackening her lovely domes with traces rude .
Էջ 192
And must they fall , the young , the proud , the brave , To swell one bloated Chief's unwholesome reign , No step between submission and a grave , The rise of rapine and the fall of Spain ? And doth the Power that man adores ordain ...
And must they fall , the young , the proud , the brave , To swell one bloated Chief's unwholesome reign , No step between submission and a grave , The rise of rapine and the fall of Spain ? And doth the Power that man adores ordain ...
Էջ 195
Fair is proud Seville ; let her country boast Her strength , her wealth , her site of ancient days ; ( 14 ) But Cadiz , rising on the distant coast , Calls forth a sweeter , though ignoble praise , Ah , Vice ! how soft are thy ...
Fair is proud Seville ; let her country boast Her strength , her wealth , her site of ancient days ; ( 14 ) But Cadiz , rising on the distant coast , Calls forth a sweeter , though ignoble praise , Ah , Vice ! how soft are thy ...
Էջ 209
Hence let me trace The latent grandeur of thy dwelling place . It may not be : nor ev'n can Fancy's eye Restore what Time hath labour'd to deface . Yet these proud pillars claim no passing sigh , Vnmov'd the Moslem sits , the light ...
Hence let me trace The latent grandeur of thy dwelling place . It may not be : nor ev'n can Fancy's eye Restore what Time hath labour'd to deface . Yet these proud pillars claim no passing sigh , Vnmov'd the Moslem sits , the light ...
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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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