Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 sider |
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Side 18
... fair locks , and snowy hands , Might shake the saintship of an anchorite , And long had fed his youthful appetite ; His goblets brimmed with every costly wine , And all that mote to luxury invite , Without a sigh he left to cross the ...
... fair locks , and snowy hands , Might shake the saintship of an anchorite , And long had fed his youthful appetite ; His goblets brimmed with every costly wine , And all that mote to luxury invite , Without a sigh he left to cross the ...
Side 73
... fair sight ; When the fresh breeze is fair as breeze may be , The white sails set , the gallant frigate tight , Masts , spires , and strand retiring to the right , The glorious main expanding o'er the bow , The convoy spread like wild ...
... fair sight ; When the fresh breeze is fair as breeze may be , The white sails set , the gallant frigate tight , Masts , spires , and strand retiring to the right , The glorious main expanding o'er the bow , The convoy spread like wild ...
Side 79
... fair , the contrary , the kind , As breezes rise and fall , and billows swell , Till on some jocund morn - lo , land ! and all is well . XXIX . But not in silence pass Calypso's isles , * The sister tenants of the middle deep ; There ...
... fair , the contrary , the kind , As breezes rise and fall , and billows swell , Till on some jocund morn - lo , land ! and all is well . XXIX . But not in silence pass Calypso's isles , * The sister tenants of the middle deep ; There ...
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