Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 29–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 182
Ferehance my dog will whine in vain , Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again , He'd tear me where he stands . 10 . “ With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Atb ward the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st ...
Ferehance my dog will whine in vain , Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again , He'd tear me where he stands . 10 . “ With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Atb ward the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st ...
Էջ 189
Lo ! where the Giant on the mountain stands , His blood - red tresses deep'ning in the sun , With death - shot glowing in his fiery hands , And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon ; Restless it rolls , now fixed , and now anon ...
Lo ! where the Giant on the mountain stands , His blood - red tresses deep'ning in the sun , With death - shot glowing in his fiery hands , And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon ; Restless it rolls , now fixed , and now anon ...
Էջ 198
Foil ' Full Mid And And Shak Once Vain traps WL She He Slow LXXIV . la costly sheen and gaudy cloak array'd , But all afoot , the light limb'd Matadore Stands in the centre , eager to invade The lord of lowing herbs ; but not before The ...
Foil ' Full Mid And And Shak Once Vain traps WL She He Slow LXXIV . la costly sheen and gaudy cloak array'd , But all afoot , the light limb'd Matadore Stands in the centre , eager to invade The lord of lowing herbs ; but not before The ...
Էջ 199
LXXVIII Foild , bleeding , breathless , furious to the last , Full in the centre stands the bull at bay , Mid wounds , and clinging darts , and lances brast . And foes disabled in the brutal fray ; And now the Matadores around him play ...
LXXVIII Foild , bleeding , breathless , furious to the last , Full in the centre stands the bull at bay , Mid wounds , and clinging darts , and lances brast . And foes disabled in the brutal fray ; And now the Matadores around him play ...
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The little village of Castri stands partly on the site of Delphi . Along the path of the mountain , from Chrysso , are the remains of sepulchres hewn in aná from the rock ; “ One , ” said the guide , “ of a king who broke his neck ...
The little village of Castri stands partly on the site of Delphi . Along the path of the mountain , from Chrysso , are the remains of sepulchres hewn in aná from the rock ; “ One , ” said the guide , “ of a king who broke his neck ...
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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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