Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 sider |
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Side 32
... doth look , That peaceful still ' twixt bitterest foemen flow : For proud each peasant as the noblest duke : Well doth the Spanish hind the difference XXXIV . But ere the mingling bounds have far been. know ' Twixt him and Lusian slave ...
... doth look , That peaceful still ' twixt bitterest foemen flow : For proud each peasant as the noblest duke : Well doth the Spanish hind the difference XXXIV . But ere the mingling bounds have far been. know ' Twixt him and Lusian slave ...
Side 43
... doth the power that man adores ordain Their doom , nor heed the suppliant's appeal ? Is all that desperate Valour acts in vain ? And Counsel sage , and patriotic Zeal , The Veteran's skill , Youth's fire , and Manhood's heart of steel ...
... doth the power that man adores ordain Their doom , nor heed the suppliant's appeal ? Is all that desperate Valour acts in vain ? And Counsel sage , and patriotic Zeal , The Veteran's skill , Youth's fire , and Manhood's heart of steel ...
Side 256
... doth rise . Deceived by its gigantic elegance.Vastness which grows — but grows to harmonizeAll musical in its immensities ; Rich marbles - richer painting - shrines where flame The lamps of gold — and haughty dome which vies In air with ...
... doth rise . Deceived by its gigantic elegance.Vastness which grows — but grows to harmonizeAll musical in its immensities ; Rich marbles - richer painting - shrines where flame The lamps of gold — and haughty dome which vies In air with ...
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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