Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Del 2 |
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From the dark barriers of that rugged clime, Even to the centre of Illyria's vales,
Childe Harold pass'd o'er many a mount sublime, Through lands scarce noticed
in historic tales; Yet in famed Attica such lovely dales Are rarely seen; nor can fair
...
From the dark barriers of that rugged clime, Even to the centre of Illyria's vales,
Childe Harold pass'd o'er many a mount sublime, Through lands scarce noticed
in historic tales; Yet in famed Attica such lovely dales Are rarely seen; nor can fair
...
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Amidst no common pomp the despot sate, While busy preparation shook the
court, Slaves, eunuchs, soldiers, guests, and santons wait; Within, a palace, and
without, a fort: Here men of every clime appear to make resort. ... . . . . . " - o, - ...
Amidst no common pomp the despot sate, While busy preparation shook the
court, Slaves, eunuchs, soldiers, guests, and santons wait; Within, a palace, and
without, a fort: Here men of every clime appear to make resort. ... . . . . . " - o, - ...
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Yet to the remnants of thy splendour past Shall pilgrims , pensive , but unwearied
, throng ; Long shall the voyager , with the Ionian blast , Hail the bright clime of
battle and of song ; Long shall thine annals and immortal tongue Fill with thy
fame ...
Yet to the remnants of thy splendour past Shall pilgrims , pensive , but unwearied
, throng ; Long shall the voyager , with the Ionian blast , Hail the bright clime of
battle and of song ; Long shall thine annals and immortal tongue Fill with thy
fame ...
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