Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 sider |
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Side 37
... vain , Are met — as if at home they could not dieTo feed the crow on Talavera's plain , And fertilize the field that each pretends to gain . XLII . There shall they rot - Ambition's honour'd fools ! Yes , Honour decks the turf that ...
... vain , Are met — as if at home they could not dieTo feed the crow on Talavera's plain , And fertilize the field that each pretends to gain . XLII . There shall they rot - Ambition's honour'd fools ! Yes , Honour decks the turf that ...
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... vain of dubious lore ; How sweet it were in concert to adore With those who made our mortal labours light ! To hear each voice we fear'd to hear no more ! Behold each mighty shade reveal'd to sight , The Bactrian , Samian sage , and all ...
... vain of dubious lore ; How sweet it were in concert to adore With those who made our mortal labours light ! To hear each voice we fear'd to hear no more ! Behold each mighty shade reveal'd to sight , The Bactrian , Samian sage , and all ...
Side 128
... vain fair cheeks were furrow'd with hot tears For Europe's flowers long rooted up before The trampler of her vineyards ; in vain years Of death , depopulation , bondage , fears , Have all been borne , and broken by the accord * “ In ...
... vain fair cheeks were furrow'd with hot tears For Europe's flowers long rooted up before The trampler of her vineyards ; in vain years Of death , depopulation , bondage , fears , Have all been borne , and broken by the accord * “ In ...
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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