Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 sider |
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Side 41
... lost . L. And whomsoe'er along the path you meet Bears in his cap the badge of crimson hue , Which tells you whom to shun and whom to greet : Woe to the man that walks in public view Without of loyalty this token true : Sharp is the ...
... lost . L. And whomsoe'er along the path you meet Bears in his cap the badge of crimson hue , Which tells you whom to shun and whom to greet : Woe to the man that walks in public view Without of loyalty this token true : Sharp is the ...
Side 111
... lost , Yet with smooth smile his tyrant can accost , And wield the Slavish sickle , not the sword : Ah , Greece ! they love thee least who owe thee mostTheir birth , their blood , and that sublime record Of hero sires , who shame thy ...
... lost , Yet with smooth smile his tyrant can accost , And wield the Slavish sickle , not the sword : Ah , Greece ! they love thee least who owe thee mostTheir birth , their blood , and that sublime record Of hero sires , who shame thy ...
Side 114
... lost in vulgar mould , But one vast realm of wonder spreads around , And all the Muse's tales seem truly told , Till the sense aches with gazing to behold The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon : Each hill and dale , each ...
... lost in vulgar mould , But one vast realm of wonder spreads around , And all the Muse's tales seem truly told , Till the sense aches with gazing to behold The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon : Each hill and dale , each ...
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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