Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Del 2 |
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... men have deem'd , there be A land of souls beyond that sable shore , To
shame the doctrine of the Sadducee And sophists , madly vain of dubious lore ;
How sweet it were in concert to adore With those who made our mortal labours
light !
... men have deem'd , there be A land of souls beyond that sable shore , To
shame the doctrine of the Sadducee And sophists , madly vain of dubious lore ;
How sweet it were in concert to adore With those who made our mortal labours
light !
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... Eld forbore , and tyrants left to stand . XIV . Where was thine Ægis , Pallas ! that
appallid Stern Alaric and Havoc on their way ? Where Peleus ' son ? whom Hell
in vain enthrall'd , His shade from Hades upon that dread day Bursting to light in ...
... Eld forbore , and tyrants left to stand . XIV . Where was thine Ægis , Pallas ! that
appallid Stern Alaric and Havoc on their way ? Where Peleus ' son ? whom Hell
in vain enthrall'd , His shade from Hades upon that dread day Bursting to light in ...
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Long streams of light o'er dancing waves expand ; Now lads on shore may sigh ,
and maids believe : Such be our fate when we return to land ! Meantime some
rude Arion's restless hand Wakes the brisk harmony that sailors love ; A circle ...
Long streams of light o'er dancing waves expand ; Now lads on shore may sigh ,
and maids believe : Such be our fate when we return to land ! Meantime some
rude Arion's restless hand Wakes the brisk harmony that sailors love ; A circle ...
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