Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 5–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 175
Not in those climes where I have late been straying , Though Beauty long hath
there been matchless deem ' d ; Not in those visions to the heart displaying
Forms which it sighs but to have only dream ' d , Hath aught like thee in truth or
fancy ...
Not in those climes where I have late been straying , Though Beauty long hath
there been matchless deem ' d ; Not in those visions to the heart displaying
Forms which it sighs but to have only dream ' d , Hath aught like thee in truth or
fancy ...
Էջ 82
She trembles at thee still , and thy wild pame on Was ue ' er more bruited in men '
s minds than now That thou art nothing , save the jest of fame , Who wooed thee
once , thy vassal , and became The Hatterer of thy fierceness , till thou wert A ...
She trembles at thee still , and thy wild pame on Was ue ' er more bruited in men '
s minds than now That thou art nothing , save the jest of fame , Who wooed thee
once , thy vassal , and became The Hatterer of thy fierceness , till thou wert A ...
Էջ 103
To hold thee lightly on a gentle knee , And print on thy soft cheek a parent ' s kiss
, This , it should seem , was not resery ' d for me ; Yet this was in my nature : - as it
is , Iknow not what is there , yet something like to this . CXVII . Yet , though dull ...
To hold thee lightly on a gentle knee , And print on thy soft cheek a parent ' s kiss
, This , it should seem , was not resery ' d for me ; Yet this was in my nature : - as it
is , Iknow not what is there , yet something like to this . CXVII . Yet , though dull ...
Էջ 153
Could not the grave forget thee , and lay low Some less majestic , less beloved
head ? ... Death hush ' d that pang for ever ; with thee fled The present happiness
and promised joy Whicle fillid the imperial isles so full it seem ' d to cloy . CLXIX .
Could not the grave forget thee , and lay low Some less majestic , less beloved
head ? ... Death hush ' d that pang for ever ; with thee fled The present happiness
and promised joy Whicle fillid the imperial isles so full it seem ' d to cloy . CLXIX .
Էջ 156
His steps are not upon thy paths , - thy fields Are not a spoil for him - thou dost
arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth ' s
destruction thou dost all despise , Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies , And
send ' st ...
His steps are not upon thy paths , - thy fields Are not a spoil for him - thou dost
arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth ' s
destruction thou dost all despise , Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies , And
send ' st ...
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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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