Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 57–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 175
Tot 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 ...
Tot 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 ...
Էջ 176
-'tis well for me My years already doubly number thine ; My loveless eye ungov'd ' may gaze on thee , And safely view thy ripening beauties shine ; Happy , I ne'er shall see them in decline , Happier , that while all younger hearts ...
-'tis well for me My years already doubly number thine ; My loveless eye ungov'd ' may gaze on thee , And safely view thy ripening beauties shine ; Happy , I ne'er shall see them in decline , Happier , that while all younger hearts ...
Էջ 177
Since sham'd full oft by later lyres on earth , Mine dares not call thee from thy sacred hill : Yet there I've wander'd by thy vaunted rill ; Yes ! sighed o'er Delphi's long deserted shrine , ( 1 ) Where , save that feeble fountain ...
Since sham'd full oft by later lyres on earth , Mine dares not call thee from thy sacred hill : Yet there I've wander'd by thy vaunted rill ; Yes ! sighed o'er Delphi's long deserted shrine , ( 1 ) Where , save that feeble fountain ...
Էջ 180
... Farewell awhile to him and thee , My native Land - Good Night ! 2 . « A few short hours , and He will rise To give the Morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and skies , But not my mother Earth , Deserted is my own good ball ...
... Farewell awhile to him and thee , My native Land - Good Night ! 2 . « A few short hours , and He will rise To give the Morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and skies , But not my mother Earth , Deserted is my own good ball ...
Էջ 181
“ Let winds be sbrill , let waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind ; Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ; For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend save these alone But thee ...
“ Let winds be sbrill , let waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind ; Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ; For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend save these alone But thee ...
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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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