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To sit on rocks , to muse o'er flood and fell , To slowly trace the forest's shady
scene , Where things that own not man's dominion dwell , And mortal foot hath ne
'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen , With the wild flock
...
To sit on rocks , to muse o'er flood and fell , To slowly trace the forest's shady
scene , Where things that own not man's dominion dwell , And mortal foot hath ne
'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen , With the wild flock
...
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... ambition , strife , Cut to his heart again with the keen knife Of silent , sharp
endurance : he can tell Why thought seeks refuge in lone caves , yet rife With airy
images , and shapes which dwell Still unimpair'd , though old , in the soul's
haunted ...
... ambition , strife , Cut to his heart again with the keen knife Of silent , sharp
endurance : he can tell Why thought seeks refuge in lone caves , yet rife With airy
images , and shapes which dwell Still unimpair'd , though old , in the soul's
haunted ...
Side 247
I have beheld the Ephesian's miracle ; Its columns strew the wilderness , and
dwell The hyæna and the jackal in their shade ; I have beheld Sophia's bright
roofs swell Their glittering mass i the sun , and have survey'd Its sanctuary the
while ...
I have beheld the Ephesian's miracle ; Its columns strew the wilderness , and
dwell The hyæna and the jackal in their shade ; I have beheld Sophia's bright
roofs swell Their glittering mass i the sun , and have survey'd Its sanctuary the
while ...
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt : and Other Poems George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1812 |
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