Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 sider |
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... plain , And fertilize the field that each pretends to gain . XLII . There shall they rot - Ambition's honour'd fools ! Yes , Honour decks the turf that wraps their clay ! Vain Sophistry ! in these behold the tools , The broken tools ...
... plain , And fertilize the field that each pretends to gain . XLII . There shall they rot - Ambition's honour'd fools ! Yes , Honour decks the turf that wraps their clay ! Vain Sophistry ! in these behold the tools , The broken tools ...
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... plain below ; Death in the front , Destruction in the rear ! Such was the scene - what now remaineth here ? What sacred trophy marks the hallow'd ground , Recording Freedom's smile and Asia's tear ? - . The rifled urn , the violated ...
... plain below ; Death in the front , Destruction in the rear ! Such was the scene - what now remaineth here ? What sacred trophy marks the hallow'd ground , Recording Freedom's smile and Asia's tear ? - . The rifled urn , the violated ...
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... plains , and man's dread hath no words . ܪ܂ LXV . Far other scene is Thrasimene now ; Her lake a sheet of silver , and her plain Rent by no ravage save the gentle plough ; Her 214 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage .
... plains , and man's dread hath no words . ܪ܂ LXV . Far other scene is Thrasimene now ; Her lake a sheet of silver , and her plain Rent by no ravage save the gentle plough ; Her 214 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage .
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