Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Del 2 |
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... on a plain no humble beauties lie , Where some bold river breaks the long
expanse , And woods along the banks are waving high , Whose shadows in the
glassy waters dance , Or with the moonbeam sleep in midnight's solemn trance .
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... on a plain no humble beauties lie , Where some bold river breaks the long
expanse , And woods along the banks are waving high , Whose shadows in the
glassy waters dance , Or with the moonbeam sleep in midnight's solemn trance .
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10 Dark Muchtar his son to the Danube is sped , Let the yellow - hair'd * Giaourst
view his horse - tail | with dread ; When his Delhisą come dashing in blood o'er
the banks , How few shall escape from the Muscovite ranks ! 11 Selictar !
10 Dark Muchtar his son to the Danube is sped , Let the yellow - hair'd * Giaourst
view his horse - tail | with dread ; When his Delhisą come dashing in blood o'er
the banks , How few shall escape from the Muscovite ranks ! 11 Selictar !
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Not such thy sons who whilome did await , The hopeless warriors of a willing
doom , In bleak Thermopylæ's sepulchral straitOh ! who that gallant spirit shall
resume , Leap from Eurotas ' banks , and call thee from the tomb ? LXXIV . Spirit
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Not such thy sons who whilome did await , The hopeless warriors of a willing
doom , In bleak Thermopylæ's sepulchral straitOh ! who that gallant spirit shall
resume , Leap from Eurotas ' banks , and call thee from the tomb ? LXXIV . Spirit
of ...
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