Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 5–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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And yet how lovely in thine age of woe , Land of lost gods and godlike inen ! art
thon ! Thy vales of ever green , thy hills of snow ( 37 ) Proclaim thee Nature ' s
varied favourite now ; Thy fanes , thy temples to thy surface bow , Commingling ...
And yet how lovely in thine age of woe , Land of lost gods and godlike inen ! art
thon ! Thy vales of ever green , thy hills of snow ( 37 ) Proclaim thee Nature ' s
varied favourite now ; Thy fanes , thy temples to thy surface bow , Commingling ...
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There sunk the greatest , nor the worst of men , Whose spirit antithetically mixt
One moment of the mightiest , and again On little objects with like firmuess fixt ,
Extreme in all things I hadst thou been betwixt , 1 Thy throne had still been thine ,
or ...
There sunk the greatest , nor the worst of men , Whose spirit antithetically mixt
One moment of the mightiest , and again On little objects with like firmuess fixt ,
Extreme in all things I hadst thou been betwixt , 1 Thy throne had still been thine ,
or ...
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... That just habitual scorn which could contemn Men and their thoughts ; ' twas
wise to feel , not so To wrar it ever on thy lip and brow , And spurn the instruments
thou wert to use Till they were turn ' d unto thine overthrow : : ' Tis but a worthless
...
... That just habitual scorn which could contemn Men and their thoughts ; ' twas
wise to feel , not so To wrar it ever on thy lip and brow , And spurn the instruments
thou wert to use Till they were turn ' d unto thine overthrow : : ' Tis but a worthless
...
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3 . a I send the lillies given to me ; ; Though long before thy hand they touch , I
know that they must withered be , But yet reject them not as such ; For I have
cherish ' d them as dear , Because they yet may meet thine eye , And guide thy
soul to ...
3 . a I send the lillies given to me ; ; Though long before thy hand they touch , I
know that they must withered be , But yet reject them not as such ; For I have
cherish ' d them as dear , Because they yet may meet thine eye , And guide thy
soul to ...
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Thus , Venice , if no stronger claim were thine , Were all thy proud historic deeds
forgot , Thy choral memory of the Bard divine , Thy love of Tasso , should have
cut the knot Which ties thee to thy tyrants ; and thy lot Is shameful to the nations ...
Thus , Venice , if no stronger claim were thine , Were all thy proud historic deeds
forgot , Thy choral memory of the Bard divine , Thy love of Tasso , should have
cut the knot Which ties thee to thy tyrants ; and thy lot Is shameful to the nations ...
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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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