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Still he beheld , nor mingled with the throng ; But view'd them not with
misanthropic hate : Fain would he now have join'd the dance , the song ; But who
may smile that sinks beneath his fate ? Nought that he saw his sadness could
abate Yet ...
Still he beheld , nor mingled with the throng ; But view'd them not with
misanthropic hate : Fain would he now have join'd the dance , the song ; But who
may smile that sinks beneath his fate ? Nought that he saw his sadness could
abate Yet ...
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... though the sound of Fame May for a moment soothe , it cannot slake The fever
of vain longing , and the name So honour'd but assumes a stronger , bitterer
claim . XXXII . They mourn , buť smile at length ; and , smiling , mourn , The tree
will ...
... though the sound of Fame May for a moment soothe , it cannot slake The fever
of vain longing , and the name So honour'd but assumes a stronger , bitterer
claim . XXXII . They mourn , buť smile at length ; and , smiling , mourn , The tree
will ...
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Of Heaven again assail'd , if Heaven the while On man and man's research could
deign do more than smile . CVI . The one was fire and fickleness , a child Most
mutable in wishes , but in mind A wit as various , —gay , grave , sage , or wild ...
Of Heaven again assail'd , if Heaven the while On man and man's research could
deign do more than smile . CVI . The one was fire and fickleness , a child Most
mutable in wishes , but in mind A wit as various , —gay , grave , sage , or wild ...
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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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ancient appear Athens bear beauty beheld beneath better blood blue bosom breast breath bright brow changed chief Childe dark dead death deem deep dust dwell earth fair fall fame fate feel fire foes gaze give glory Greece Greeks hand Harold hath heard heart Heaven hills honour hope hour human Italy land late least leave less light live look Lord mark mind mortal mountains Nature never night o'er once Page pass plain present proud rise rock Rome round ruins scene seems seen shore slave smile song soul spirit stand star stream sweet tear thee thine things thou thought thousand till tree turn vain walls waters waves wild wind young youth