Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 sider |
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Side 72
... once more , To scarce a second robber from his prey ? Idly he wander'd on the Stygian shore , Nor now preserved the walls he loved to shield before . XV . Cold is the heart , fair Greece , that looks on thee , Nor feels as lovers o'er ...
... once more , To scarce a second robber from his prey ? Idly he wander'd on the Stygian shore , Nor now preserved the walls he loved to shield before . XV . Cold is the heart , fair Greece , that looks on thee , Nor feels as lovers o'er ...
Side 120
... Once more upon the waters ! yet once more ! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider . Welcome to their Swift be their guidance , wheresoe'er it lead ! Though. roar ! again , eat . power which gave annuls more , I20 ...
... Once more upon the waters ! yet once more ! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider . Welcome to their Swift be their guidance , wheresoe'er it lead ! Though. roar ! again , eat . power which gave annuls more , I20 ...
Side 164
... waters for a purer spring . This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once , I loved Torn ocean's roar , but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a Sister's voice reproved , That 164 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage .
... waters for a purer spring . This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once , I loved Torn ocean's roar , but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a Sister's voice reproved , That 164 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage .
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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