Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 sider |
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... lord . * XXI . There was a sound of revelry by night , And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry , and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music ...
... lord . * XXI . There was a sound of revelry by night , And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry , and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music ...
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... lords , or they Who love the lords of others ? such have been Even in the olden time , Rome's annals say , Was she a matron of Cornelia's mien . Or the light air of Egypt's graceful queen , Profuse of joy ; or ' gainst it did she war ...
... lords , or they Who love the lords of others ? such have been Even in the olden time , Rome's annals say , Was she a matron of Cornelia's mien . Or the light air of Egypt's graceful queen , Profuse of joy ; or ' gainst it did she war ...
Side 268
... lord of thee , and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys , and , as the snowy flake , - They melt into thy yeast of waves , which mar Alike the Armada's pride , or spoils of Trafalgar . ; CLXXXII . Thy shores are empires , changed in all ...
... lord of thee , and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys , and , as the snowy flake , - They melt into thy yeast of waves , which mar Alike the Armada's pride , or spoils of Trafalgar . ; CLXXXII . Thy shores are empires , changed in all ...
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banks bear beauty behold beneath blood blue bosom breast breath bright brow charms chief Childe clouds dark dead dear death deem deep doth dream dust dwell earth fair fall fame fate feel fire foes gaze Glory grave hand Harold hath heart heaven hills hope hour immortal Italy land leaves less light live lone look lord lost mark mind mortal mountain Nature never night o'er once pass passion past plain pride proud rise rock round ruin scarce scene seek seems seen shore shrine sigh smile song soul sound spirit spring stand star stream sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thousand till tomb tree turn vain voice walls waters waves wild wind woes young youth