Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 23–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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So deem'd the Childe , as o'er the mountain he Did take his way in solitary guise : Sweet was the scene , yet soon he thought to fee , More restless than the swallow in the skies ; Though here a while he learn'd to moralize ...
So deem'd the Childe , as o'er the mountain he Did take his way in solitary guise : Sweet was the scene , yet soon he thought to fee , More restless than the swallow in the skies ; Though here a while he learn'd to moralize ...
Էջ 187
Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chace , And marvel men should quit their easy chair , The toilsome way , and long , long league to trace , Oh there is sweetness in the mountain air , And life , that bloated Ease can never hope to ...
Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chace , And marvel men should quit their easy chair , The toilsome way , and long , long league to trace , Oh there is sweetness in the mountain air , And life , that bloated Ease can never hope to ...
Էջ 189
... now fixed , and now anon Flashing afar , --- and at his iron feet Destruction cowers to mark what deeds are done : For on this morn three potent nations meet , To shed before his shrine the blood he deems most sweet . XL .
... now fixed , and now anon Flashing afar , --- and at his iron feet Destruction cowers to mark what deeds are done : For on this morn three potent nations meet , To shed before his shrine the blood he deems most sweet . XL .
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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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Sweet Florence ! could another ever share This wayward , loveless heart , it would be thine ; But check'd by every tie , I may not dare To cast a worthless offering at thy shrine , Ner ask so dear a breast to feel one pang for mine .
Sweet Florence ! could another ever share This wayward , loveless heart , it would be thine ; But check'd by every tie , I may not dare To cast a worthless offering at thy shrine , Ner ask so dear a breast to feel one pang for mine .
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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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