Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 sider |
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree , Which living waves where thou didst ... trees ( there was a third , cut down , or shivered , in the battle ) , which stand a few yards from each other at a ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree , Which living waves where thou didst ... trees ( there was a third , cut down , or shivered , in the battle ) , which stand a few yards from each other at a ...
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... tree will wither long before it fall ; The hull drives on , though mast and sail be torn ; The roof - tree sinks , but moulders on the hall In massy hoariness ; the ruin'd wall Stands when its wind - worn battlements are gone ; The bars ...
... tree will wither long before it fall ; The hull drives on , though mast and sail be torn ; The roof - tree sinks , but moulders on the hall In massy hoariness ; the ruin'd wall Stands when its wind - worn battlements are gone ; The bars ...
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... tree ; -the mind may grow the same . XXI . Existence may be borne , and the deep root Of life and sufferance makes its firm abode In bare and desolate bosoms : mute The camel labours with the heaviest load , And the wolf dies in silence ...
... tree ; -the mind may grow the same . XXI . Existence may be borne , and the deep root Of life and sufferance makes its firm abode In bare and desolate bosoms : mute The camel labours with the heaviest load , And the wolf dies in silence ...
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