Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntG. H. Derby, 1852 - 315 sider |
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... breathe ; Yet ruin'd splendour still is lingering there . And yonder towers the Prince's palace fair : There thou too , Vathek ! England's wealthiest son , Once form'd thy Paradise , as not aware When wanton Wealth her mightiest deeds ...
... breathe ; Yet ruin'd splendour still is lingering there . And yonder towers the Prince's palace fair : There thou too , Vathek ! England's wealthiest son , Once form'd thy Paradise , as not aware When wanton Wealth her mightiest deeds ...
Side 22
... breathe ; Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc , Red Battle stamps his foot , and nations feel the shock . XXXIX . Lo ! where the Giant on the mountain stands , His blood - red tresses deep'ning in the sun , With death - shot glowing in ...
... breathe ; Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc , Red Battle stamps his foot , and nations feel the shock . XXXIX . Lo ! where the Giant on the mountain stands , His blood - red tresses deep'ning in the sun , With death - shot glowing in ...
Side 23
... breath for fame : Fame that will scarce re - animate their clay , Though thousands fall to deck some single name . In sooth ' twere sad to thwart their noble aim Who strike , blest hirelings ! for their country's good , And die , that ...
... breath for fame : Fame that will scarce re - animate their clay , Though thousands fall to deck some single name . In sooth ' twere sad to thwart their noble aim Who strike , blest hirelings ! for their country's good , And die , that ...
Side 24
... breath of war . No more beneath soft Eve's consenting star Fandango twirls his jocund castanet : Ah , monarchs ! could ye taste the mirth ye mar , Not in the toils of Glory would ye fret ; The hoarse dull drum would sleep , and Man be ...
... breath of war . No more beneath soft Eve's consenting star Fandango twirls his jocund castanet : Ah , monarchs ! could ye taste the mirth ye mar , Not in the toils of Glory would ye fret ; The hoarse dull drum would sleep , and Man be ...
Side 36
... breathe her from the blushing toil How many a doubtful day shall sink in night , Ere the Frank robber turn him from his spoil , And Freedom's stranger - tree grow native of the soil ! - XCI . And thou , my friend ! ( 1 ) · since ...
... breathe her from the blushing toil How many a doubtful day shall sink in night , Ere the Frank robber turn him from his spoil , And Freedom's stranger - tree grow native of the soil ! - XCI . And thou , my friend ! ( 1 ) · since ...
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