Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 sider |
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Side 154
... stand ; They were true Glory's stainless victories , Won by the unambitious heart and hand Of a proud , brotherly ... stands , Making a marvel that it not decays , When the coeval pride of human hands , Levellid Aventicum. to sell for ...
... stand ; They were true Glory's stainless victories , Won by the unambitious heart and hand Of a proud , brotherly ... stands , Making a marvel that it not decays , When the coeval pride of human hands , Levellid Aventicum. to sell for ...
Side 169
... stand : For here , not one , but many , make their play , And Aling their thunderbolts from hand to hand , Flashing and cast around ; of all the band , The brightest through these parted hills hath fork'd His lightnings , as if he did ...
... stand : For here , not one , but many , make their play , And Aling their thunderbolts from hand to hand , Flashing and cast around ; of all the band , The brightest through these parted hills hath fork'd His lightnings , as if he did ...
Side 251
... stands the Coliseum , Rome shall stand ; When falls the Coliseum , Rome shall fall ; And when Rome falls - the World . ” From our own land Thus spake the pilgrims o'er this mighty wall In Saxon times , which we are wont to call Ancient ...
... stands the Coliseum , Rome shall stand ; When falls the Coliseum , Rome shall fall ; And when Rome falls - the World . ” From our own land Thus spake the pilgrims o'er this mighty wall In Saxon times , which we are wont to call Ancient ...
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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