Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Del 2 |
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But who , of all the plunderers of yon fane On high , where Pallas linger'd , loth to
flee The latest relic of her ancient reign ; The last , the worst , dull spoiler , who
was he ? Blush , Caledonia ! such thy son could be ! England ! I joy no child he ...
But who , of all the plunderers of yon fane On high , where Pallas linger'd , loth to
flee The latest relic of her ancient reign ; The last , the worst , dull spoiler , who
was he ? Blush , Caledonia ! such thy son could be ! England ! I joy no child he ...
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... glided slow Beneath the shadow of that ancient mount , He watch'd the billows '
melancholy flow , And , sunk albeit in thought as he was wont , More placid seem'
d his eye , and smooth his pallid front . F 64 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE ...
... glided slow Beneath the shadow of that ancient mount , He watch'd the billows '
melancholy flow , And , sunk albeit in thought as he was wont , More placid seem'
d his eye , and smooth his pallid front . F 64 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE ...
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... more; Yet for awhile the mariners forbore, Dubious to trust where treachery
might lurk: At length they ventured forth, though doubting sore That those who
loathe alike the Frank and Turk Might once again renew their ancient butcher-
work.
... more; Yet for awhile the mariners forbore, Dubious to trust where treachery
might lurk: At length they ventured forth, though doubting sore That those who
loathe alike the Frank and Turk Might once again renew their ancient butcher-
work.
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