Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 sider |
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Side 20
... waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind ; Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ; For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend , save these alone , But thee — and One above . “ My ...
... waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind ; Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ; For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend , save these alone , But thee — and One above . “ My ...
Side 73
... wave ? Little reck'd he of all that men regret ; No loved one now in feign'd lament could rave ; No friend the parting ... waves before each dashing XVIII . And oh , the little warlike world within. prow . serve * To prevent blocks or ...
... wave ? Little reck'd he of all that men regret ; No loved one now in feign'd lament could rave ; No friend the parting ... waves before each dashing XVIII . And oh , the little warlike world within. prow . serve * To prevent blocks or ...
Side 268
... waves , which mar Alike the Armada's pride , or spoils of Trafalgar . ; CLXXXII . Thy shores are empires , changed in all save theeAssyria , Greece , Rome , Carthage , what are they ? Thy waters washed them power while they were free ...
... waves , which mar Alike the Armada's pride , or spoils of Trafalgar . ; CLXXXII . Thy shores are empires , changed in all save theeAssyria , Greece , Rome , Carthage , what are they ? Thy waters washed them power while they were free ...
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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