Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 sider |
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Side 21
... tears become thine eye ; If I thy guileless bosom had , Mine own would not be dry . “ Come hither , hither , my ... tear . 1 And now I'm in the world alone , Upon Childe Harold's Pilgrimage . 21.
... tears become thine eye ; If I thy guileless bosom had , Mine own would not be dry . “ Come hither , hither , my ... tear . 1 And now I'm in the world alone , Upon Childe Harold's Pilgrimage . 21.
Side 71
... tears ? Though in thy name the slaves her bosom wrung , Tell not the deed to blushing Europe's ears ; The ocean queen , the free Britannia , bears The last poor plunder from a bleeding land : Yes , she , whose generous aid her name ...
... tears ? Though in thy name the slaves her bosom wrung , Tell not the deed to blushing Europe's ears ; The ocean queen , the free Britannia , bears The last poor plunder from a bleeding land : Yes , she , whose generous aid her name ...
Side 149
... Tears , big tears , gush'd from the rough soldier's lid , Lamenting and yet envying such a doom , Falling for France , whose rights he battled to resume . LVII . Brief , brave , and glorious was his young career , His mourners were two ...
... Tears , big tears , gush'd from the rough soldier's lid , Lamenting and yet envying such a doom , Falling for France , whose rights he battled to resume . LVII . Brief , brave , and glorious was his young career , His mourners were two ...
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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