Childe Harold's PilgrimageLovell Brothers, 1813 - 270 sider |
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Side 184
... turn to linger as you go , From loftier rocks new loveliness survey , And rest ye at our " Lady's house of woe ; " ( 2 ) Where frugal monks their little relics show , And sundry legends to the stranger tell : Here impious men have ...
... turn to linger as you go , From loftier rocks new loveliness survey , And rest ye at our " Lady's house of woe ; " ( 2 ) Where frugal monks their little relics show , And sundry legends to the stranger tell : Here impious men have ...
Side 185
... turn'd a nation's shallow joy to gloom . Here folly dash'd to earth the victor's plume , And Policy regain'd what arms had lost ; For chiefs like ours in vain may laurels bloom ! Woe to the conqu ' ring , not the conquer'd host , Since ...
... turn'd a nation's shallow joy to gloom . Here folly dash'd to earth the victor's plume , And Policy regain'd what arms had lost ; For chiefs like ours in vain may laurels bloom ! Woe to the conqu ' ring , not the conquer'd host , Since ...
Side 192
... turn Morena's dusky height Sustains aloft the battery's iron load ; And far as mortal eye can compass sight , The mountain howitzer , the broken road , The bristling pallisade , the fosse o'erflowed , The station'd bands , the never ...
... turn Morena's dusky height Sustains aloft the battery's iron load ; And far as mortal eye can compass sight , The mountain howitzer , the broken road , The bristling pallisade , the fosse o'erflowed , The station'd bands , the never ...
Side 195
... turn'd aside to pay my homage here ; Forgot the land , the sons , the maids of Spain ; Her fate , to every freeborn bosom dear , And hail'd thee , not perchance without a tear . Now to my theme but from thy holy haunt Let me some ...
... turn'd aside to pay my homage here ; Forgot the land , the sons , the maids of Spain ; Her fate , to every freeborn bosom dear , And hail'd thee , not perchance without a tear . Now to my theme but from thy holy haunt Let me some ...
Side 196
... turns . LXVIII . The Sabbath comes , a day of blessed rest What hallows it upon this Christian 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 ...
... turns . LXVIII . The Sabbath comes , a day of blessed rest What hallows it upon this Christian 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 ...
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