Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 sider |
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Side 36
... shrine the blood he deems most sweet . XL . By Heaven ! it is a splendid sight to see ( For one who hath no friend , no brother there ) Their rival scarfs of mix'd embroidery , Their various arms that glitter in the air ! What gallant ...
... shrine the blood he deems most sweet . XL . By Heaven ! it is a splendid sight to see ( For one who hath no friend , no brother there ) Their rival scarfs of mix'd embroidery , Their various arms that glitter in the air ! What gallant ...
Side 70
... shrine , And bear these altars o'er the long reluctant XII . But most the modern Pict's ignoble boast ,. brine . * The temple of Jupiter Olympius , of which sixteen columns , entirely of marble , yet survive : originally there were one ...
... shrine , And bear these altars o'er the long reluctant XII . But most the modern Pict's ignoble boast ,. brine . * The temple of Jupiter Olympius , of which sixteen columns , entirely of marble , yet survive : originally there were one ...
Side 213
... shrine , Where Sculpture with her rainbow sister vies ; There be more marvels yet — but not for mine ; For I have been accustom'd to entwine My thoughts with nature rather in the fields , Than Art in galleries : though a work divine ...
... shrine , Where Sculpture with her rainbow sister vies ; There be more marvels yet — but not for mine ; For I have been accustom'd to entwine My thoughts with nature rather in the fields , Than Art in galleries : though a work divine ...
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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