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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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Childe Harold sail'd , and pass'd the barren spot , Where sad Penelope o'erlook'd
the wave ; And onward view'd the mount , not yet forgot , The lover's refuge , and
the Lesbian's grave . Dark Sappho ! could not verse immortal save That breast ...
Childe Harold sail'd , and pass'd the barren spot , Where sad Penelope o'erlook'd
the wave ; And onward view'd the mount , not yet forgot , The lover's refuge , and
the Lesbian's grave . Dark Sappho ! could not verse immortal save That breast ...
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Dusky and huge , enlarging on the sight , Nature's volcanic amphitheatre ,
Chimæra's alps extend from left to right : Beneath , a living valley seems to stir ;
Flocks play , trees wave , streams flow , the mountain - fir Nodding above : behold
black ...
Dusky and huge , enlarging on the sight , Nature's volcanic amphitheatre ,
Chimæra's alps extend from left to right : Beneath , a living valley seems to stir ;
Flocks play , trees wave , streams flow , the mountain - fir Nodding above : behold
black ...
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