Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 22–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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On sloping mounds , or in the vale beneath , Are domes where whilome kings did make repair ; But now the wild flowers round them only breathe ; Yet ruin'd splendour still is lingering there . And yonder towers the Prince's palace fair ...
On sloping mounds , or in the vale beneath , Are domes where whilome kings did make repair ; But now the wild flowers round them only breathe ; Yet ruin'd splendour still is lingering there . And yonder towers the Prince's palace fair ...
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Till others fall where other chieftains lead Thy name shall circle round the gaping throng , And shine in worthless lays , the theme of transient song . XLIV . Enough of Battle's minions ! let them play Their game of lives , and barter ...
Till others fall where other chieftains lead Thy name shall circle round the gaping throng , And shine in worthless lays , the theme of transient song . XLIV . Enough of Battle's minions ! let them play Their game of lives , and barter ...
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... but Love's rebeck sounds ; Here Folly still his votaries enthralls : And young - eyed Lewdness walks her midnight rounds Girt with the silent crimes of Capitals , Still to the last kind Vice clings to the tott'ring walls . XLVII .
... but Love's rebeck sounds ; Here Folly still his votaries enthralls : And young - eyed Lewdness walks her midnight rounds Girt with the silent crimes of Capitals , Still to the last kind Vice clings to the tott'ring walls . XLVII .
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Who round the North for paler dames would seek ? How poor their forms appear ! how languid , wan , and weak . LIX . Match me , ye climes ! which poets love to laud ; Match me , ye harams of the land ! where now I strike my strain ...
Who round the North for paler dames would seek ? How poor their forms appear ! how languid , wan , and weak . LIX . Match me , ye climes ! which poets love to laud ; Match me , ye harams of the land ! where now I strike my strain ...
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But ne'er didst thou , fair Mount ! when Greece was See round thy giant base a brighter choir , [ young , Nor e'er did Delphi , when her priestess sung The Pythian ...
But ne'er didst thou , fair Mount ! when Greece was See round thy giant base a brighter choir , [ young , Nor e'er did Delphi , when her priestess sung The Pythian ...
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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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