Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 19–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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Fresh feres will dry the bright blue eyes We late saw streaming o'er . For pleasure past I do not greive , Nor perils gathering near ; My greatest grief is that I leave No thing that claims a tear . 9 . “ And now I'm in the world alone ...
Fresh feres will dry the bright blue eyes We late saw streaming o'er . For pleasure past I do not greive , Nor perils gathering near ; My greatest grief is that I leave No thing that claims a tear . 9 . “ And now I'm in the world alone ...
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... here sunk the strong ; The Paynim turban and the Christian crest Mix'd on the bleeding stream , by floating hosts oppress'd . ... When Cava's traitor - sire first call'd the band That dy'd thy mountain streams with Gothic gore ?
... here sunk the strong ; The Paynim turban and the Christian crest Mix'd on the bleeding stream , by floating hosts oppress'd . ... When Cava's traitor - sire first call'd the band That dy'd thy mountain streams with Gothic gore ?
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Streams from his flank the crimson torrent clear ; He flies , he wheels , distracted with his throes ; [ woes . Dart follows dart ; lance , lance , loud bellowings speak his . LXXVII . Again he comes ; nor dart nor lance avail , Nor the ...
Streams from his flank the crimson torrent clear ; He flies , he wheels , distracted with his throes ; [ woes . Dart follows dart ; lance , lance , loud bellowings speak his . LXXVII . Again he comes ; nor dart nor lance avail , Nor the ...
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... To meditate ' gainst friends the secret blow ( must flow , - For some slight cause of wrath , whence life's warm stream LXXXI . But Jealousy has fled ; his bars , his bolts , His wither'd centinel , Duenna sage !
... To meditate ' gainst friends the secret blow ( must flow , - For some slight cause of wrath , whence life's warm stream LXXXI . But Jealousy has fled ; his bars , his bolts , His wither'd centinel , Duenna sage !
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LXXXII , Oh ! many a time , and oft , had Harold lor'd , Or dream'd he lov'd , since Rapture is a dream ; But now his wayward bosom was unmovid , For not yet had he drunk of Lethe's stream ; And lately hạd he learn'd with truth to deem ...
LXXXII , Oh ! many a time , and oft , had Harold lor'd , Or dream'd he lov'd , since Rapture is a dream ; But now his wayward bosom was unmovid , For not yet had he drunk of Lethe's stream ; And lately hạd he learn'd with truth to deem ...
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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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