Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 sider |
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Side 15
... scarce a third of his pass'd by , Worse than adversity the Childe befell ; He felt the fulness of satiety : Then loathed he in his native land to dwell , Which seem'd to him more lone than Eremite's sad cell . V. For he through Sin's ...
... scarce a third of his pass'd by , Worse than adversity the Childe befell ; He felt the fulness of satiety : Then loathed he in his native land to dwell , Which seem'd to him more lone than Eremite's sad cell . V. For he through Sin's ...
Side 56
... scarce seen in dashing by . LXXX . Such the ungentle sport that oft invites The Spanish maid , and cheers the Spanish Nurtured in blood betimes , his heart delights In vengeance. swain : dream ; hate ; have scarce a charm for me 56 ...
... scarce seen in dashing by . LXXX . Such the ungentle sport that oft invites The Spanish maid , and cheers the Spanish Nurtured in blood betimes , his heart delights In vengeance. swain : dream ; hate ; have scarce a charm for me 56 ...
Side 116
... scarce regret the region of his birth , When wandering slow by Delphi's sacred side , Or gazing o'er the plains where Greek and Persian died . XCIII . Let such approach this consecrated land , And 116 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage .
... scarce regret the region of his birth , When wandering slow by Delphi's sacred side , Or gazing o'er the plains where Greek and Persian died . XCIII . Let such approach this consecrated land , And 116 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage .
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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