Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 19–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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A few short hours , and He will rise To give the Morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and skies , But not my mother Earth , Deserted is my own good ball , Its hearth so desolate ; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall ; My dogs howl ...
A few short hours , and He will rise To give the Morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and skies , But not my mother Earth , Deserted is my own good ball , Its hearth so desolate ; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall ; My dogs howl ...
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Or dark Sierras rise in craggy pride ? Or fence of art , like China's vasty wall ? Ne barrier wall , ne river deep and wide , Ne horrid crags , nor mountains dark and tall , Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul .
Or dark Sierras rise in craggy pride ? Or fence of art , like China's vasty wall ? Ne barrier wall , ne river deep and wide , Ne horrid crags , nor mountains dark and tall , Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul .
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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 ...
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... hither deign'd to flee ; And fixed her sbrine within these walls of white ; Though not to one dome circumscribeth she Her worships , but , devoted to her rite , A thousand altars rise , for ever blazing bright . LXVII .
... hither deign'd to flee ; And fixed her sbrine within these walls of white ; Though not to one dome circumscribeth she Her worships , but , devoted to her rite , A thousand altars rise , for ever blazing bright . LXVII .
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... or flies ; And Vice , that digs her own voluptuous tomb , Had buried long his hopes , no more to rise ; Pleasure's pall'd victim ! life abhorring gloom Wrote on his faded brow curst Cain's unresting doom . LXXXIV .
... or flies ; And Vice , that digs her own voluptuous tomb , Had buried long his hopes , no more to rise ; Pleasure's pall'd victim ! life abhorring gloom Wrote on his faded brow curst Cain's unresting doom . LXXXIV .
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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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