Childe Harold's PilgrimageLovell Brothers, 1813 - 270 sider |
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... o'er this page ; nor to my verse deny That smile for which my breast might vainly sigh , Could I to thee be ever more than friend : This much , dear maid , accord : nor question why To one so young my strain I would commend , But bid me ...
... o'er this page ; nor to my verse deny That smile for which my breast might vainly sigh , Could I to thee be ever more than friend : This much , dear maid , accord : nor question why To one so young my strain I would commend , But bid me ...
Side 177
... o'er Delphi's long deserted shrine , ( 1 ) Where , save that feeble fountain , all is still ; Nor mote my shell awake the weary Nine To grace so plain a tale - this lowly lay of mine . II . Whilome in Albion's isle there dwelt a youth ...
... o'er Delphi's long deserted shrine , ( 1 ) Where , save that feeble fountain , all is still ; Nor mote my shell awake the weary Nine To grace so plain a tale - this lowly lay of mine . II . Whilome in Albion's isle there dwelt a youth ...
Side 180
... o'er it he did fling , And tun'd his farewell in the dim twilight . While flew the vessel on her snowy wing , And fleeting shores receded from his sight , Thus to the elements he pour'd his last " Good Night . " 1 . " Adieu , adieu ! my ...
... o'er it he did fling , And tun'd his farewell in the dim twilight . While flew the vessel on her snowy wing , And fleeting shores receded from his sight , Thus to the elements he pour'd his last " Good Night . " 1 . " Adieu , adieu ! my ...
Side 182
... o'er . For pleasure past I do not greive , Nor perils gathering near ; My greatest grief is that I leave No thing that claims a tear . 9 . " And now I'm in the world alone , Upon the wide , wide sea But why should I for others groan ...
... o'er . For pleasure past I do not greive , Nor perils gathering near ; My greatest grief is that I leave No thing that claims a tear . 9 . " And now I'm in the world alone , Upon the wide , wide sea But why should I for others groan ...
Side 183
... o'er the hills expand ! But man would mar them with an impious hand : And when the Almighty lifts his fiercest scourge ' Gainst those who most trausgress his high command With treble vengeance will his hot shafts urge Gaul's locust host ...
... o'er the hills expand ! But man would mar them with an impious hand : And when the Almighty lifts his fiercest scourge ' Gainst those who most trausgress his high command With treble vengeance will his hot shafts urge Gaul's locust host ...
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