Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Del 2 |
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... The glorious main expanding o'er the bow , The convoy spread like wild swans
in their flight , The dullest sailer wearing bravely now , So gaily curl the waves
before each dashing prow . CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . ( CANTO 11 .
... The glorious main expanding o'er the bow , The convoy spread like wild swans
in their flight , The dullest sailer wearing bravely now , So gaily curl the waves
before each dashing prow . CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . ( CANTO 11 .
Side 61
... features wild , Where nothing polish'd dares pollute her path : To me by day or
night she ever smiled , Though I have mark'd her when none other hath , And
sought her more and more , and loved her best in wrath . 62 CHILDE HAROLD'S
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... features wild , Where nothing polish'd dares pollute her path : To me by day or
night she ever smiled , Though I have mark'd her when none other hath , And
sought her more and more , and loved her best in wrath . 62 CHILDE HAROLD'S
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Yet are thy skies as blue , thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves , and verdant
are thy fields , Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled , And still his honeyed
wealth Hymettus yields ; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds , The free
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Yet are thy skies as blue , thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves , and verdant
are thy fields , Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled , And still his honeyed
wealth Hymettus yields ; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds , The free
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