Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 sider |
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Side 43
... proud , the braveTo swell one bloated chief's unwholesome reign ? No step between submission and a grave ? The rise of rapine and the fall of Spain ? And doth the power that man adores ordain Their doom , nor heed the suppliant's appeal ...
... proud , the braveTo swell one bloated chief's unwholesome reign ? No step between submission and a grave ? The rise of rapine and the fall of Spain ? And doth the power that man adores ordain Their doom , nor heed the suppliant's appeal ...
Side 96
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Here the Albanian proudly treads the ground ; Half - whispering there the Greek is heard to prate ; Hark ! from the mosque the nightly solemn sound , The Muezzin's call doth shake ... proudly treads the ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Here the Albanian proudly treads the ground ; Half - whispering there the Greek is heard to prate ; Hark ! from the mosque the nightly solemn sound , The Muezzin's call doth shake ... proudly treads the ...
Side 236
... 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 had Freedom's face been veil ...
... 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 had Freedom's face been veil ...
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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