Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 sider |
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... soldier ere the morning star ; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb , Or whispering , with white lips— “ The foe ! They come ! they come ! " XXVI . ing " And wild and high the “ Cameron's gatherrose , The war - note of Lochiel ...
... soldier ere the morning star ; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb , Or whispering , with white lips— “ The foe ! They come ! they come ! " XXVI . ing " And wild and high the “ Cameron's gatherrose , The war - note of Lochiel ...
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... 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'd , bodied forth . eyes , 236 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage .
... 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'd , bodied forth . eyes , 236 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage .
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. And Anarchy assumed her attributes ; Till every lawless soldier who assail'd Trod on the trembling Senate's slavish mutes , Or raised the venal voice of baser prostitutes . CXIV . Then turn we to our ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. And Anarchy assumed her attributes ; Till every lawless soldier who assail'd Trod on the trembling Senate's slavish mutes , Or raised the venal voice of baser prostitutes . CXIV . Then turn we to our ...
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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