Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntW. Dugdale, 1826 - 162 էջ |
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... thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Athward the foaming brine ; Nor care what land 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 ...
... thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Athward the foaming brine ; Nor care what land 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 ...
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... thee great ? Or must thou trust Tradition's simple tongue , [ wrong ? When Flattery sleeps with thee , and History does thee XXXVII . Awake , ye sons of Spain ! awake ! advance ! Lo ! Chivalry , your ancient goddess , cries , But wields ...
... thee great ? Or must thou trust Tradition's simple tongue , [ wrong ? When Flattery sleeps with thee , and History does thee XXXVII . Awake , ye sons of Spain ! awake ! advance ! Lo ! Chivalry , your ancient goddess , cries , But wields ...
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... thee , in a space so brief , A scene where mingling foes should boast and bleed ? Peace to the perish'd ! may the warrior's meed And tears of triumph their reward prolong ! Till others fall where other chieftains lead Thy name shall ...
... thee , in a space so brief , A scene where mingling foes should boast and bleed ? Peace to the perish'd ! may the warrior's meed And tears of triumph their reward prolong ! Till others fall where other chieftains lead Thy name shall ...
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... 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 worshippers of yore I tremble , and can only bend the ...
... 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 worshippers of yore I tremble , and can only bend the ...
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... thee hereafter - Ev'n amidst my strain I turn'd aside to pay my homage here ; Forgot the land , the sons , the maids of Spain ; Her fate , to every freeborn bosom dear , And hail'd thee , not perchance without a tear . Now to my theme ...
... thee hereafter - Ev'n amidst my strain I turn'd aside to pay my homage here ; Forgot the land , the sons , the maids of Spain ; Her fate , to every freeborn bosom dear , And hail'd thee , not perchance without a tear . Now to my theme ...
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Հատոր 1 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1837 |
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