Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntW. Dugdale, 1826 - 162 էջ |
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... 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 - and one above . 5 . " My ...
... 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 - and one above . 5 . " My ...
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... thou bear'st me to So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves ! My native Land - Good Night ! " XIV . On , on the vessel flies , the 14 CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... thou bear'st me to So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves ! My native Land - Good Night ! " XIV . On , on the vessel flies , the 14 CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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... waves the sword To save them from the wrath of Gaul's unsparing lord . XVII . But whoso entereth within this town , That , sheening far , celestial seems to be , Disconsolate will wander up and down , ' Mid many things unsightly to ...
... waves the sword To save them from the wrath of Gaul's unsparing lord . XVII . But whoso entereth within this town , That , sheening far , celestial seems to be , Disconsolate will wander up and down , ' Mid many things unsightly to ...
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... waves doth look , That peaceful still ' twixt bitterest foemen flow ; For proud each peasant as the noblest duke ; Well doth the Spanish hind the difference know ' Twixt him and Lusian slave , the lowest of the low . XXXIV . But e'er ...
... waves doth look , That peaceful still ' twixt bitterest foemen flow ; For proud each peasant as the noblest duke ; Well doth the Spanish hind the difference know ' Twixt him and Lusian slave , the lowest of the low . XXXIV . But e'er ...
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... wave LXI . [ her wing . Oft have I dream'd of thee ! whose glorious name Who knows not , knows not man's divinest lore : And now I view thee , ' tis , alas , with shame That I in feeblest accents must adore . When I recount thy ...
... wave LXI . [ her wing . Oft have I dream'd of thee ! whose glorious name Who knows not , knows not man's divinest lore : And now I view thee , ' tis , alas , with shame That I in feeblest accents must adore . When I recount thy ...
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Հատոր 1 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1837 |
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