Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 sider |
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Side 26
... Mark many rude - carv'd crosses near the path ; Yet deem not these devotion's offeringThese are memorials frail of murderous wrath : For wheresoe'er the shrieking victim hath Pour'd forth his blood beneath the assassin's knife , Some ...
... Mark many rude - carv'd crosses near the path ; Yet deem not these devotion's offeringThese are memorials frail of murderous wrath : For wheresoe'er the shrieking victim hath Pour'd forth his blood beneath the assassin's knife , Some ...
Side 41
... marks dint the wounded ground ; And , scathed by fire , the greensward's darken'd yest Tells that the foe was ... mark it with triumphant boast , And points to yonder cliffs , which oft were won and lost . L. And whomsoe'er along ...
... marks dint the wounded ground ; And , scathed by fire , the greensward's darken'd yest Tells that the foe was ... mark it with triumphant boast , And points to yonder cliffs , which oft were won and lost . L. And whomsoe'er along ...
Side 85
... mark the senses of vanish'd war , Actium , Lepanto , fatal Trafalgar : f Mark them unmoved , for he would not delight ( Born beneath some remote inglorious star ) În themes of bloody fray , or gallant fight , But loath'd the bravo's ...
... mark the senses of vanish'd war , Actium , Lepanto , fatal Trafalgar : f Mark them unmoved , for he would not delight ( Born beneath some remote inglorious star ) În themes of bloody fray , or gallant fight , But loath'd the bravo's ...
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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