Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 sider |
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... 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.
... 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.
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... peace , The bondsman's peace , who sighs for all he lost , Yet with smooth smile his tyrant can accost , And wield the Slavish sickle , not the sword : Ah , Greece ! they love thee least who owe thee mostTheir birth , their blood , and ...
... peace , The bondsman's peace , who sighs for all he lost , Yet with smooth smile his tyrant can accost , And wield the Slavish sickle , not the sword : Ah , Greece ! they love thee least who owe thee mostTheir birth , their blood , and ...
Side 118
... Where Revel calls , and Laughter , vainly loud ,. to lend . XCVII , Then must I plunge again into the crowd , And follow all that Peace disdains to seek ? roar ! again , eat . power which gave annuls 118 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage .
... Where Revel calls , and Laughter , vainly loud ,. to lend . XCVII , Then must I plunge again into the crowd , And follow all that Peace disdains to seek ? roar ! again , eat . power which gave annuls 118 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