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But where is Harold ? shall I then forget To urge the gloomy wanderer o'er the
wave ? Little reck'd he of all that men regret ; No loved - one now in feign'd
lament could rave ; No friend the parting hand extended gave , Ere the cold
stranger ...
But where is Harold ? shall I then forget To urge the gloomy wanderer o'er the
wave ? Little reck'd he of all that men regret ; No loved - one now in feign'd
lament could rave ; No friend the parting hand extended gave , Ere the cold
stranger ...
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... Minerva smiled , And still his honeyed wealth Hymettus yields ; There the blithe
bee his fragrant fortress builds , The free - born wanderer of thy mountain - air ;
Apollo still thy long , long summer gilds , Still in his beam Mendeli's marbles glare
...
... Minerva smiled , And still his honeyed wealth Hymettus yields ; There the blithe
bee his fragrant fortress builds , The free - born wanderer of thy mountain - air ;
Apollo still thy long , long summer gilds , Still in his beam Mendeli's marbles glare
...
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Nor staid to welcome here thy wanderer home , Who mourns o'er hours which we
no more shall seeWould they had never been , or were to come ! Would he had
ne'er return'd to find fresh cause to roam ! XCVI . Oh ! ever loving , lovely , and ...
Nor staid to welcome here thy wanderer home , Who mourns o'er hours which we
no more shall seeWould they had never been , or were to come ! Would he had
ne'er return'd to find fresh cause to roam ! XCVI . Oh ! ever loving , lovely , and ...
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