Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 sider |
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Side 18
... breast a breast of steel ; Ye , who have known what ' tis to dote upon A few dear objects , will in sadness feel Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal . XI . His house , his home , his heritage , his lands , The ...
... breast a breast of steel ; Ye , who have known what ' tis to dote upon A few dear objects , will in sadness feel Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal . XI . His house , his home , his heritage , his lands , The ...
Side 147
... breast , as hath been said , Which unto his was bound by stronger ties Than the church links withal ; and , though unwed , That love was pure , and , far above disguise , Had stood the test of mortal enmities Still undivided , and ...
... breast , as hath been said , Which unto his was bound by stronger ties Than the church links withal ; and , though unwed , That love was pure , and , far above disguise , Had stood the test of mortal enmities Still undivided , and ...
Side 237
... breast : whate'er thou art Or wert , -a young Aurora of the air , The nympholepsy of some fond despair : Or , it might be , a beauty of the earth , Who found a more than common votary there Too much adoring ; whatsoe'er thy birth , Thou ...
... breast : whate'er thou art Or wert , -a young Aurora of the air , The nympholepsy of some fond despair : Or , it might be , a beauty of the earth , Who found a more than common votary there Too much adoring ; whatsoe'er thy birth , Thou ...
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banks bear beauty behold beneath blood blue bosom breast breath bright brow charms chief Childe clouds dark dead dear death deem deep doth dream dust dwell earth fair fall fame fate feel fire foes gaze Glory grave hand Harold hath heart heaven hills hope hour immortal Italy land leaves less light live lone look lord lost mark mind mortal mountain Nature never night o'er once pass passion past plain pride proud rise rock round ruin scarce scene seek seems seen shore shrine sigh smile song soul sound spirit spring stand star stream sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thousand till tomb tree turn vain voice walls waters waves wild wind woes young youth