Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 22–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 176
Oh ! let that eye , which wild as the Gazelle's , Now brightly bold or beautifully shy , Wins as it wanders , dazzles where it dwells , Glance o'er this page ; nor to my verse deny That smile for which my breast might vainly sigh ...
Oh ! let that eye , which wild as the Gazelle's , Now brightly bold or beautifully shy , Wins as it wanders , dazzles where it dwells , Glance o'er this page ; nor to my verse deny That smile for which my breast might vainly sigh ...
Էջ 178
Where Superstition once had made her den Now Paphian girls were known to sing and smile ; And monks might deem their time was come agen , If ancient tales say true , por wrong these holy men . VIII . Yet oft - time in his maddest ...
Where Superstition once had made her den Now Paphian girls were known to sing and smile ; And monks might deem their time was come agen , If ancient tales say true , por wrong these holy men . VIII . Yet oft - time in his maddest ...
Էջ 193
... locks that foil the painter's power , Her fairy form , with more than female grace , Scarce would you deem that Saragoza's tower Bebeld her smile in Danger's Gorgon face , Thin the clos'd ranks , and lead in Glory's fearful chase .
... locks that foil the painter's power , Her fairy form , with more than female grace , Scarce would you deem that Saragoza's tower Bebeld her smile in Danger's Gorgon face , Thin the clos'd ranks , and lead in Glory's fearful chase .
Էջ 200
... the song ; But who may smile that sinks beneath his fate ? Nought that he saw his sadness could abate ; Yet once he struggled ' gainst the demon's sway , And as in Beauty's bower he pensive sate , Pour'd forth this umpremeditated ...
... the song ; But who may smile that sinks beneath his fate ? Nought that he saw his sadness could abate ; Yet once he struggled ' gainst the demon's sway , And as in Beauty's bower he pensive sate , Pour'd forth this umpremeditated ...
Էջ 201
NAY , smile not at my sullen brow , Alas ! I cannot smile again ; Yet heaven avert that ever thou Shouldst weep , and haply weep in vain . 2 . And dost thou ask , what secret woe I bear , corroding joy and , youth ?
NAY , smile not at my sullen brow , Alas ! I cannot smile again ; Yet heaven avert that ever thou Shouldst weep , and haply weep in vain . 2 . And dost thou ask , what secret woe I bear , corroding joy and , youth ?
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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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