Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 sider |
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Side 117
... voice be lost amid the throng Of louder minstrels in these later days : To such resign the strife for fading baysIll may such contest now the spirit move Which heeds nor keen reproach nor partial praise , Since cold each kinder heart ...
... voice be lost amid the throng Of louder minstrels in these later days : To such resign the strife for fading baysIll may such contest now the spirit move Which heeds nor keen reproach nor partial praise , Since cold each kinder heart ...
Side 164
... spring . This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once , I loved Torn ocean's roar , but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a Sister's voice reproved , That 164 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage .
... spring . This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once , I loved Torn ocean's roar , but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a Sister's voice reproved , That 164 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage .
Side 237
... voice of baser prostitutes . CXIV . Then turn we to our latest tribune's name , From her ten thousand tyrants turn to thee , Redeemer of dark centuries of shameThe friend of Petrarch - hope of ItalyRienzi ! last of Romans ! While the ...
... voice of baser prostitutes . CXIV . Then turn we to our latest tribune's name , From her ten thousand tyrants turn to thee , Redeemer of dark centuries of shameThe friend of Petrarch - hope of ItalyRienzi ! last of Romans ! While the ...
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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