Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 45–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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Ferehance my dog will whine in vain , Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again , He'd tear me where he stands . 10 . “ With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Atb ward the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st ...
Ferehance my dog will whine in vain , Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again , He'd tear me where he stands . 10 . “ With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Atb ward the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st ...
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Here giant weeds a passage scarce allow To halls deserted , portals gaping wide : Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom , how Vain are the pleasaunces on earth supplied ; Swept into rocks anon by Time's ungentle tide ! XXIV .
Here giant weeds a passage scarce allow To halls deserted , portals gaping wide : Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom , how Vain are the pleasaunces on earth supplied ; Swept into rocks anon by Time's ungentle tide ! XXIV .
Էջ 189
... Albion , Victory ; The foe , the victim , and the fond ally That fights for all but ever fights in vain , Are met - as if at home they could not die To feed the crow on Talavera's plain , And fertilize the field that each pretends ...
... Albion , Victory ; The foe , the victim , and the fond ally That fights for all but ever fights in vain , Are met - as if at home they could not die To feed the crow on Talavera's plain , And fertilize the field that each pretends ...
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Vain Sophistry ! in these behold the tools , The broken tools , that tyrants cast away By myriads , when they dare to pave their way With human hears to what ? -a dream alone . Can despots compass aught that hails their sway ?
Vain Sophistry ! in these behold the tools , The broken tools , that tyrants cast away By myriads , when they dare to pave their way With human hears to what ? -a dream alone . Can despots compass aught that hails their sway ?
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And doth the Power that man adores ordain Their doom , nor heed the suppliant's appeal , Is all that desperate valour acts in vain ! And counsel sage , and patriotic zeal , ( steel ; The Veteran's skill , Youth's fire , and Manhood's ...
And doth the Power that man adores ordain Their doom , nor heed the suppliant's appeal , Is all that desperate valour acts in vain ! And counsel sage , and patriotic zeal , ( steel ; The Veteran's skill , Youth's fire , and Manhood's ...
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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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