Childe Harold's PilgrimageLovell Brothers, 1813 - 270 sider |
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Side 179
... every costly wine , And all that mote to luxury invite , Without a sigh he left to cross the brine , And traverse Payaim shores , and pass earth's central line . XII . The sails were filled , and fair the PILGRIMAGE . 179.
... every costly wine , And all that mote to luxury invite , Without a sigh he left to cross the brine , And traverse Payaim shores , and pass earth's central line . XII . The sails were filled , and fair the PILGRIMAGE . 179.
Side 180
... shores receded from his sight , Thus to the elements he pour'd his last " Good Night . " 1 . " Adieu , adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The Night - winds sigh - the breakers roar , And shrieks the wild seamew . Yon ...
... shores receded from his sight , Thus to the elements he pour'd his last " Good Night . " 1 . " Adieu , adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The Night - winds sigh - the breakers roar , And shrieks the wild seamew . Yon ...
Side 183
... shores descried make every bosom gay ; And Cintra's mountain greets them on their way And Tagus dashing onward to the deep , His fabled golden tribute bent to pay And soon on board the Lusian pilots leap , And steer ' twixt fertile shores ...
... shores descried make every bosom gay ; And Cintra's mountain greets them on their way And Tagus dashing onward to the deep , His fabled golden tribute bent to pay And soon on board the Lusian pilots leap , And steer ' twixt fertile shores ...
Side 188
... shore ? Red gleam'd the cross , and wan'd the crescent pale , While Afric's echoes thrill'd with Moorish matron's wail . XXXVI . Teems not each ditty with the glorious tale ? Ah ! such alas ! the hero's amplest fate ! When granite ...
... shore ? Red gleam'd the cross , and wan'd the crescent pale , While Afric's echoes thrill'd with Moorish matron's wail . XXXVI . Teems not each ditty with the glorious tale ? Ah ! such alas ! the hero's amplest fate ! When granite ...
Side 196
... shore ? Lo ! it is sacred to a solemn feast ; Hark ! heard you not the forest - monarch's roar ? Crashing the lance , he snuffs the spouting gore Of man and steed , o'erthrown beneath his horn ; The throng'd Arena shakes with shouts for ...
... shore ? Lo ! it is sacred to a solemn feast ; Hark ! heard you not the forest - monarch's roar ? Crashing the lance , he snuffs the spouting gore Of man and steed , o'erthrown beneath his horn ; The throng'd Arena shakes with shouts for ...
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