Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Էջ 173
The vuws of chivalry were no better kept than any other vows whatever , and the songs of the Troubadors were not more decent , and certainly were much less refined , than those of Ovid . The “ Cours d'amour , parlemens d'amour ou de ...
The vuws of chivalry were no better kept than any other vows whatever , and the songs of the Troubadors were not more decent , and certainly were much less refined , than those of Ovid . The “ Cours d'amour , parlemens d'amour ou de ...
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See how the Mighty shrink into a song ! Can Volume , Pillar , Pile preserve thee great ? Or must thou trust Tradition's simple tongue , ( wrong ? When Flattery sleeps with thee , and History does thee XXXVII .
See how the Mighty shrink into a song ! Can Volume , Pillar , Pile preserve thee great ? Or must thou trust Tradition's simple tongue , ( wrong ? When Flattery sleeps with thee , and History does thee XXXVII .
Էջ 190
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 all unconcious of the coming doom , The feast , the song , the revel here abounds ; Strange modes of merriment the hours consume , Nor bleed these patriots with their country's wounds : Not here war's clarion , but Love's rebeck ...
But all unconcious of the coming doom , The feast , the song , the revel here abounds ; Strange modes of merriment the hours consume , Nor bleed these patriots with their country's wounds : Not here war's clarion , but Love's rebeck ...
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Is it for this the Spanish maid arous'd , Hangs on the willow her unstrung guitar , And , all unsex'd , the Anlace hath espous'd , Sung the loud song , and dar'd the deed of war ? And she , whom once the semblance of a scar Appall'd ...
Is it for this the Spanish maid arous'd , Hangs on the willow her unstrung guitar , And , all unsex'd , the Anlace hath espous'd , Sung the loud song , and dar'd the deed of war ? And she , whom once the semblance of a scar Appall'd ...
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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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