Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 sider |
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... Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which fills Their mountain - pipe , so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years , , And Childe Karold's Pilgrimage . 131.
... Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which fills Their mountain - pipe , so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years , , And Childe Karold's Pilgrimage . 131.
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... eloquence , first drew The breath which made him wretched ; yet he knew How to make madness beautiful , and cast O'er erring deeds and thoughts a heavenly hue Of words , like sunbeams , dazzling as they past 160 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage .
... eloquence , first drew The breath which made him wretched ; yet he knew How to make madness beautiful , and cast O'er erring deeds and thoughts a heavenly hue Of words , like sunbeams , dazzling as they past 160 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage .
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... breath , until the hour Which shall atone for years ; none need despair : It came , it cometh , and will come , —the power To punish or forgive - in one we shall be slower . LXXXy . Clear , placid , Leman ! thy contrasted lake , With ...
... breath , until the hour Which shall atone for years ; none need despair : It came , it cometh , and will come , —the power To punish or forgive - in one we shall be slower . LXXXy . Clear , placid , Leman ! thy contrasted lake , With ...
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