Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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“ 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 ...
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( 7 ) Where are those bloody banners which of yore Wav'd n'er thy sons , victorious to the gale , And drove at last the spoilers to their shore ? Red gleam'd the cross , and wan'd the crescent pale , While Afric's echoes thrill'd with ...
( 7 ) Where are those bloody banners which of yore Wav'd n'er thy sons , victorious to the gale , And drove at last the spoilers to their shore ? Red gleam'd the cross , and wan'd the crescent pale , While Afric's echoes thrill'd with ...
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The Sabbath comes , a day of blessed rest ; What hallows it upon this Christian shore ? Lo ! it is sacred to a solemn feast ; Hark ! heard you not the forest - monarch's roar ! Crashing the lance , he snuffs the spouting gore Of man and ...
The Sabbath comes , a day of blessed rest ; What hallows it upon this Christian shore ? Lo ! it is sacred to a solemn feast ; Hark ! heard you not the forest - monarch's roar ! Crashing the lance , he snuffs the spouting gore Of man and ...
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Still wilt thou dream on future joy and woe ? Regard and weigh yon dust before it fies : That little urn saith more than thousand homilies . V. Or burst the vanish'd Hero's lofty mound ; Far on the solitary shore he sleeps : ( 3 ) He ...
Still wilt thou dream on future joy and woe ? Regard and weigh yon dust before it fies : That little urn saith more than thousand homilies . V. Or burst the vanish'd Hero's lofty mound ; Far on the solitary shore he sleeps : ( 3 ) He ...
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Yet it , as holiest men have deemed there be A lund of souls beyond that sable shore , ' To shame the doctrine of the Sadducee Apd sophists , madly vain of dubious lore ; How sweet it were in concert to adore With those who made our ...
Yet it , as holiest men have deemed there be A lund of souls beyond that sable shore , ' To shame the doctrine of the Sadducee Apd sophists , madly vain of dubious lore ; How sweet it were in concert to adore With those who made our ...
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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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