Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 38–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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 181
But dash the tear - drop from thine eye ; Our ship is swift and strong ; Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly More merrily along . " 4 . “ Let winds be sbrill , let waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind ; Yet marvel not , Sir Childe ...
But dash the tear - drop from thine eye ; Our ship is swift and strong ; Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly More merrily along . " 4 . “ Let winds be sbrill , let waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind ; Yet marvel not , Sir Childe ...
Էջ 188
Pride , bend thine eye from heav'n to thine estate ! See how the Mighty shrink into a song ! Can Volume , Pillar , Pile preserve thee great ? Or must thou trust Tradition's simple tongue , ( wrong ? When Flattery sleeps with thee ...
Pride , bend thine eye from heav'n to thine estate ! See how the Mighty shrink into a song ! Can Volume , Pillar , Pile preserve thee great ? Or must thou trust Tradition's simple tongue , ( wrong ? When Flattery sleeps with thee ...
Էջ 194
The humblest of thy pilgrims passing by , Would gladly woo thine Echoes with his string , Though from thy heights no more one Muse will wave LXI . [ her wing Oft have I dream'd of thee ! whose glorious name Who knows not , knows not ...
The humblest of thy pilgrims passing by , Would gladly woo thine Echoes with his string , Though from thy heights no more one Muse will wave LXI . [ her wing Oft have I dream'd of thee ! whose glorious name Who knows not , knows not ...
Էջ 197
All have their foolexies - not alike are thine , Fair Cadiz , rising o'er the dark blue sea ! Soon as the matin bell proclaimeth nine , Thy saint adorers count the rosary : Much is the VIRGIN teaz'd to shrive them free ( Well do I ween ...
All have their foolexies - not alike are thine , Fair Cadiz , rising o'er the dark blue sea ! Soon as the matin bell proclaimeth nine , Thy saint adorers count the rosary : Much is the VIRGIN teaz'd to shrive them free ( Well do I ween ...
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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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