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There shail they rot - Ambition's honour'd fools ! Yes , Honour decks the turf that
wraps their clay ! Vain Sophistry ! in these behold the tools , The broken tools ,
that tyrants cast away By myriads , when they dare to pave their way With human
...
There shail they rot - Ambition's honour'd fools ! Yes , Honour decks the turf that
wraps their clay ! Vain Sophistry ! in these behold the tools , The broken tools ,
that tyrants cast away By myriads , when they dare to pave their way With human
...
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Since Zion's desolation , when that He Forsook his former city , what could be , Of
earthly structures , in his honour piled , Of a sublimer aspect ? Majesty , Power ,
Glory , Strength , and Beauty all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship ...
Since Zion's desolation , when that He Forsook his former city , what could be , Of
earthly structures , in his honour piled , Of a sublimer aspect ? Majesty , Power ,
Glory , Strength , and Beauty all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship ...
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Almost all the chiefs became gods after their decease ; and he was indeed
neglected , who had not annual games near his or festivals in honour of his
memory by his countrymen , as Achilles , Brasidas , & c . , and at last even
Antinous , whose ...
Almost all the chiefs became gods after their decease ; and he was indeed
neglected , who had not annual games near his or festivals in honour of his
memory by his countrymen , as Achilles , Brasidas , & c . , and at last even
Antinous , whose ...
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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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