Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 sider |
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... human composition so affecting as this , nor a history of deeper interest . These are the names and actions which ought not to perish , and to which we turn with a true and healthy tenderness , from the wretched and glittering detail of ...
... human composition so affecting as this , nor a history of deeper interest . These are the names and actions which ought not to perish , and to which we turn with a true and healthy tenderness , from the wretched and glittering detail of ...
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... human tales ; ' Tis but the same rehearsal of the past , First Freedom , and then Glory - when that fails Wealth , vice , corruption - barbarism at last . And History , with all her volumes vast , Hath but one page — ' tis better ...
... human tales ; ' Tis but the same rehearsal of the past , First Freedom , and then Glory - when that fails Wealth , vice , corruption - barbarism at last . And History , with all her volumes vast , Hath but one page — ' tis better ...
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... human hands , is not of human thought ; And Time himself hath hallow'd it , nor laid One ringlet in the dust - nor hath it caught A tinge of years , but breathes the flame with which ' twas wrought . CLXIV . moreBut where is he , the ...
... human hands , is not of human thought ; And Time himself hath hallow'd it , nor laid One ringlet in the dust - nor hath it caught A tinge of years , but breathes the flame with which ' twas wrought . CLXIV . moreBut where is he , the ...
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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