Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntG. H. Derby, 1852 - 315 sider |
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Side 16
... turn to linger as you go , From loftier rocks new loveliness survey And rest ye at " Our Lady's house of woe Where frugal monks their little relics show , And sundry legends to the stranger tell Here impious men have punish'd been , and ...
... turn to linger as you go , From loftier rocks new loveliness survey And rest ye at " Our Lady's house of woe Where frugal monks their little relics show , And sundry legends to the stranger tell Here impious men have punish'd been , and ...
Side 18
... turn'd a nation's shallow joy to gloom . Here Folly dash'd to earth the victor's plume , And Policy regain'd what arms had lost : For chiefs like ours in vain may laurels bloom ! Woe to the conqu'ring , not the conquer'd host , Since ...
... turn'd a nation's shallow joy to gloom . Here Folly dash'd to earth the victor's plume , And Policy regain'd what arms had lost : For chiefs like ours in vain may laurels bloom ! Woe to the conqu'ring , not the conquer'd host , Since ...
Side 25
... turn Morena's dusky height : Sustains aloft the battery's iron load ; And , far as mortal eye can compass sight , The mountain - howitzer , the broken road , The bristling palisade , the fosse o'erflow'd , The station'd bands , the ...
... turn Morena's dusky height : Sustains aloft the battery's iron load ; And , far as mortal eye can compass sight , The mountain - howitzer , the broken road , The bristling palisade , the fosse o'erflow'd , The station'd bands , the ...
Side 28
... turn'd aside to pay my homage here ; Forgot the land , the sons , the maids of Spain ; Her fate , to every freeborn bosom dear : And hail'd thee , not perchance without a tear . Now to my theme but from thy holy haunt Let me some ...
... turn'd aside to pay my homage here ; Forgot the land , the sons , the maids of Spain ; Her fate , to every freeborn bosom dear : And hail'd thee , not perchance without a tear . Now to my theme but from thy holy haunt Let me some ...
Side 29
... turns . LXVIII . The Sabbath comes , a day of blessed rest ; What hallows it upon this Christian shore ? Lo ! it is sacred to a solemn feast ; Hark ! heard you not the forest - monarch's roar ? Crashing the lance , he snuffs the ...
... turns . LXVIII . The Sabbath comes , a day of blessed rest ; What hallows it upon this Christian shore ? Lo ! it is sacred to a solemn feast ; Hark ! heard you not the forest - monarch's roar ? Crashing the lance , he snuffs the ...
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Albanian Ali Pacha ancient Athens beauty beheld beneath blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath brow Canto Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE Cicero Constantinople dark death deeds deem'd doth dread dust earth edition Egeria fair fame fate fear feel foes gaze Giaffir Giaour gondoliers Greece Greek hand hath heart heaven hills honour hope hour immortal Italian land light live Lord maid mind mountains muslin ne'er never o'er once Pacha Petrarch Pouqueville rock Romaic Roman Rome scene seen shore sigh slave smile song soul Stanza tale tears thee thine things thou thought tomb Turkish twas Venetians Venice walls wave winds woes word young youth Zuleika ἀπὸ δὲν διὰ εἶναι εἰς ἐν καὶ κὴ μὲ νὰ σᾶς τὰ τὰς τὴν τῆς τὸ τὸν τοῦ τοὺς τῶν