Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 sider |
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Side 20
... winds be shrill , let 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 ...
... winds be shrill , let 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 ...
Side 79
... wind ; Pass we the joys and sorrows sailors find , Cooped in their winged sea - girt citadel ; The foul , the fair , the contrary , the kind , As breezes rise and fall , and billows swell , Till on some jocund morn - lo , land ! and all ...
... wind ; Pass we the joys and sorrows sailors find , Cooped in their winged sea - girt citadel ; The foul , the fair , the contrary , the kind , As breezes rise and fall , and billows swell , Till on some jocund morn - lo , land ! and all ...
Side 129
... wind , Or the car rattling o'er the stony street ; On with the dance ! let joy be unconfin'd ; No sleep till morn , when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet . But hark ! —that heavy sound breaks in once ...
... wind , Or the car rattling o'er the stony street ; On with the dance ! let joy be unconfin'd ; No sleep till morn , when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet . But hark ! —that heavy sound breaks in once ...
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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