Childe Harold's PilgrimageLovell Brothers, 1813 - 270 sider |
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... guard the sister and the wife , So may he make each curst oppressor bleed , So may such foes deserve the most remorseless deed ! LXXXVIII . Flows there a tear of pity for the dead ? Look o'er the ravage of the reeking plain ; Look on ...
... guard the sister and the wife , So may he make each curst oppressor bleed , So may such foes deserve the most remorseless deed ! LXXXVIII . Flows there a tear of pity for the dead ? Look o'er the ravage of the reeking plain ; Look on ...
Side 206
... * W ** of the Guards , who died of a fever at Coimbra . I had known him ten years , the better half of his life , and the happiest part of mine . END OF NOTES TO CANTO I CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . A ROMAUNT . CANTO 11 . 206.
... * W ** of the Guards , who died of a fever at Coimbra . I had known him ten years , the better half of his life , and the happiest part of mine . END OF NOTES TO CANTO I CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . A ROMAUNT . CANTO 11 . 206.
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... guard , Yet felt some portion of their mother's pains , ( 7 ) And never knew , till then , the weight of Despot's chains . XIII . What ! shall it e'er be said by British tongue , Albion was happy in Athena's tears ? Though in thy name ...
... guard , Yet felt some portion of their mother's pains , ( 7 ) And never knew , till then , the weight of Despot's chains . XIII . What ! shall it e'er be said by British tongue , Albion was happy in Athena's tears ? Though in thy name ...
Side 211
... guard those relics ne'er to be restor❜d . Curst be the hour when from their isle they rov'd , And once again thy hapless bosom gor'd , [ horr'd ! And snatch'd thy shrinking Gods to northern climes ab- XVI . But where is Harold ? shall ...
... guard those relics ne'er to be restor❜d . Curst be the hour when from their isle they rov'd , And once again thy hapless bosom gor'd , [ horr'd ! And snatch'd thy shrinking Gods to northern climes ab- XVI . But where is Harold ? shall ...
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... Guard thine immortal cubs , nor thy fond charge forget ? LXXXIX . Thou dost ; -but all thy foster babes are dead- The men of iron ? and the world hath rear'd Cities from out their sepulchres : men bled In imitation of the things they ...
... Guard thine immortal cubs , nor thy fond charge forget ? LXXXIX . Thou dost ; -but all thy foster babes are dead- The men of iron ? and the world hath rear'd Cities from out their sepulchres : men bled In imitation of the things they ...
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