Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 sider |
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Side 15
... Who soon had left her charms for vulgar bliss , And spoild her goodly lands to gild his waste , Nor calm domestic peace had ever deign'd to VI . And now Childe Harold was sore sick at. taste . shun ; Childe Harold's Pilgrimage . 15.
... Who soon had left her charms for vulgar bliss , And spoild her goodly lands to gild his waste , Nor calm domestic peace had ever deign'd to VI . And now Childe Harold was sore sick at. taste . shun ; Childe Harold's Pilgrimage . 15.
Side 59
... charms as fair as those that soothed his happier day . TO INEZ . NAY , smile not at my sullen brow ; Alas ! I cannot ... charm for me , frees * Part of the Acropolis was destroyed by the Childe Harold's Pilgrimage . 59.
... charms as fair as those that soothed his happier day . TO INEZ . NAY , smile not at my sullen brow ; Alas ! I cannot ... charm for me , frees * Part of the Acropolis was destroyed by the Childe Harold's Pilgrimage . 59.
Side 241
... charm by charm unwinds Which robed our idols , and we see too sure Nor worth nor beauty dwells from out the mind's Ideal shape of such ; yet still it binds The fatal spell , and still it draws us on , Reaping the whirlwind from the oft ...
... charm by charm unwinds Which robed our idols , and we see too sure Nor worth nor beauty dwells from out the mind's Ideal shape of such ; yet still it binds The fatal spell , and still it draws us on , Reaping the whirlwind from the oft ...
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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