Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 sider |
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... fame : Fame that will scarce reanimate their clay , Though thousands fall to deck some single name . In sooth , ' twere sad to thwart their noble aim Who strike , blest hirelings ! for their country's good , And die , that living might ...
... fame : Fame that will scarce reanimate their clay , Though thousands fall to deck some single name . In sooth , ' twere sad to thwart their noble aim Who strike , blest hirelings ! for their country's good , And die , that living might ...
Side 116
... fame the youth of many a shore : Boast of the aged ! lesson of the young ! Which sages venerate and bards adore , As Pallas and the Muse unveil their awful lore . XCII . The parted bosom clings to wonted home , If aught that's kindred ...
... fame the youth of many a shore : Boast of the aged ! lesson of the young ! Which sages venerate and bards adore , As Pallas and the Muse unveil their awful lore . XCII . The parted bosom clings to wonted home , If aught that's kindred ...
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... fame , and blood : Here a proud people's passions were exhaled , From the first hour of empire in the bud To that when further worlds to conquer And Anarchy assumed her attributes ; Till every lawless soldier. fail'd ; But long before ...
... fame , and blood : Here a proud people's passions were exhaled , From the first hour of empire in the bud To that when further worlds to conquer And Anarchy assumed her attributes ; Till every lawless soldier. fail'd ; But long before ...
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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