Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
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Side 13
Let winds be shrill , let waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind ; Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ; For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend , save these alone , But thee ...
Let winds be shrill , let waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind ; Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ; For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend , save these alone , But thee ...
Side 14
Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves ! My native Land — Good Night ! ” XIV . On , on the vessel flies , the 14 CANTO 1 . CHILDE HAROLD's.
Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves ! My native Land — Good Night ! ” XIV . On , on the vessel flies , the 14 CANTO 1 . CHILDE HAROLD's.
Side 15
... Who lick yet loathe the hand that waves the sword To save them from the wrath of Gaul's unsparing lord . XVII . But whoso entereth within this town , That , sheening far , celestial seems to be , Disconsolate will wander up and down ...
... Who lick yet loathe the hand that waves the sword To save them from the wrath of Gaul's unsparing lord . XVII . But whoso entereth within this town , That , sheening far , celestial seems to be , Disconsolate will wander up and down ...
Side 20
Here leans the idle shepherd on his crook , And vacant on the rippling waves doth look , That peaceful still ' twixt bitterest foemen flow ; For proud each peasant as the noblest duke : Well doth the Spanish hind ...
Here leans the idle shepherd on his crook , And vacant on the rippling waves doth look , That peaceful still ' twixt bitterest foemen flow ; For proud each peasant as the noblest duke : Well doth the Spanish hind ...
Side 27
The humblest of thy pilgrims passing by Would gladly.woo , thine Echoes with his string , Though from thy heights no more one Muse will wave her wing . ( 1 ) " Sigilla in mento impressa Amoris digitulo Vestigio demonstrant mollitudinem ...
The humblest of thy pilgrims passing by Would gladly.woo , thine Echoes with his string , Though from thy heights no more one Muse will wave her wing . ( 1 ) " Sigilla in mento impressa Amoris digitulo Vestigio demonstrant mollitudinem ...
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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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Bibliografisk informasjon
| Tittel | Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
| Forfatter | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron |
| Utgiver | G. H. Derby, 1852 |
| Original fra | Northwestern University |
| Digitalisert | 27. feb 2013 |
| Lengde | 315 sider |
| Eksporter sitat | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |