Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 22–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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Her image floating on that noble tide , Which poets vainly pave with sands of gold , But now whereon a thousand keels did ride Of mighty strength , since Albion was allied , And to the Lusians did her aid afford : A nation swoln with ...
Her image floating on that noble tide , Which poets vainly pave with sands of gold , But now whereon a thousand keels did ride Of mighty strength , since Albion was allied , And to the Lusians did her aid afford : A nation swoln with ...
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... shrieking victim hath Pour'd forth his blood beneath the assassin's knife Some hand erects a cross of mouldering lath ; And grove and glen with thousand such are rife ( 3 ) Throughout this purple land , where law secures not life .
... shrieking victim hath Pour'd forth his blood beneath the assassin's knife Some hand erects a cross of mouldering lath ; And grove and glen with thousand such are rife ( 3 ) Throughout this purple land , where law secures not life .
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the fires of death , The bale - fires flash on high ; —from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe ; . Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc , Red Battle stamps his foot and nations feel the shock . XXXIX .
the fires of death , The bale - fires flash on high ; —from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe ; . Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc , Red Battle stamps his foot and nations feel the shock . XXXIX .
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Enough of Battle's minions ! let them play Their game of lives , and barter breath for fame ; Fame that will scarce reanimate their clay , Though thousands fall to deck some single name In sooth ' twere sad to thwart their noble aim Who ...
Enough of Battle's minions ! let them play Their game of lives , and barter breath for fame ; Fame that will scarce reanimate their clay , Though thousands fall to deck some single name In sooth ' twere sad to thwart their noble aim Who ...
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... hither deign'd to flee ; And fixed her sbrine within these walls of white ; Though not to one dome circumscribeth she Her worships , but , devoted to her rite , A thousand altars rise , for ever blazing bright . LXVII .
... hither deign'd to flee ; And fixed her sbrine within these walls of white ; Though not to one dome circumscribeth she Her worships , but , devoted to her rite , A thousand altars rise , for ever blazing bright . LXVII .
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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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