Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Արդյունքներ 23–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 180
The sails were filled , and fair the light winds blew , As glad to waft him from his native home ; And fast the white rocks faded from his view , And soon'were lost in circumambient foam : And then , it may be , of his wish to roam ...
The sails were filled , and fair the light winds blew , As glad to waft him from his native home ; And fast the white rocks faded from his view , And soon'were lost in circumambient foam : And then , it may be , of his wish to roam ...
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 ...
Էջ 183
On , on the vessel flies , the land is gone , And winds are rude in Biscay's sleepless bay . Four days are sped , but with the fifth , anon , New shores descried make every bosom gay ; And Cintra's mountain greets them on their way And ...
On , on the vessel flies , the land is gone , And winds are rude in Biscay's sleepless bay . Four days are sped , but with the fifth , anon , New shores descried make every bosom gay ; And Cintra's mountain greets them on their way And ...
Էջ 194
... whom ye scarce allow To taste the gale lest Love should ride the wind , With Spain's dark - glancing daughters - deign to know , There your wise Prophet's paradise we find , His black - eyed maids of heaven , angelically kind . LX .
... whom ye scarce allow To taste the gale lest Love should ride the wind , With Spain's dark - glancing daughters - deign to know , There your wise Prophet's paradise we find , His black - eyed maids of heaven , angelically kind . LX .
Էջ 214
... that never leaves a trace behind ; Pass we the calm , the gale , the change , the tack , And each well known caprice of wave and wind ; Pass we the joys and sorrows sailors find , Coop'd in their winged sea - girt citadel ; The foul ...
... that never leaves a trace behind ; Pass we the calm , the gale , the change , the tack , And each well known caprice of wave and wind ; Pass we the joys and sorrows sailors find , Coop'd in their winged sea - girt citadel ; The foul ...
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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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