Childe Harold's PilgrimageLovell Brothers, 1813 - 270 sider |
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Side 184
... knife Some hand erects a cross of mouldering lath ; And grove and glen with thousand such are rife ( 3 ) Throughout this purple land , where law secures not life . XXII . On sloping mounds , or in the vale 184 CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... knife Some hand erects a cross of mouldering lath ; And grove and glen with thousand such are rife ( 3 ) Throughout this purple land , where law secures not life . XXII . On sloping mounds , or in the vale 184 CHILDE HAROLD'S.
Side 187
... land from Gaul . XXXIII . But these between a silver streamlet glides , And scarce a name distinguisheth the brook , Though rival kingdoms press its verdant sides . Here leans the idle shepherd on his crook , And vacant on the rippling ...
... land from Gaul . XXXIII . But these between a silver streamlet glides , And scarce a name distinguisheth the brook , Though rival kingdoms press its verdant sides . Here leans the idle shepherd on his crook , And vacant on the rippling ...
Side 188
... land ! Where is that standard which Pelagio bore , When Cava's traitor - sire first call'd the band That dy'd thy mountain streams with Gothic gore ? ( 7 ) Where are those bloody banners which of yore Wav'd o'er thy sons , victorious to ...
... land ! Where is that standard which Pelagio bore , When Cava's traitor - sire first call'd the band That dy'd thy mountain streams with Gothic gore ? ( 7 ) Where are those bloody banners which of yore Wav'd o'er thy sons , victorious to ...
Side 194
... land ! where now I strike my strain , far distant , to applaud Beauties that ev'n a cynic must avow ; Match me those Houries , whom ye scarce allow To taste the gale lest Love should ride the wind , With Spain's dark - glancing ...
... land ! where now I strike my strain , far distant , to applaud Beauties that ev'n a cynic must avow ; Match me those Houries , whom ye scarce allow To taste the gale lest Love should ride the wind , With Spain's dark - glancing ...
Side 195
... 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 remnant , some memorial bear ; Yield me one leaf of ...
... 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 remnant , some memorial bear ; Yield me one leaf of ...
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Altada Arbaces Assyria aught Bactria Balea Bard bear beauty behold Beleses beneath blood bosom breast breath brow CANTO Childe Harold dare dark death deem deem'd deep dost thou doth dread Dunciad dust dwell e'er earth Edinburgh Review Euphrates Exit fair fame feel foes gaze glorious glory Greece Greek guard hand hath hear heart heaven honour hope hour immortal king land leave live lord lyre Mede mighty mind monarch mortal mountains Muse Myrrha ne'er never night Nimrod o'er once palace Pania passion poem praise prince realm rebels rock Salem Salemenes Sardan SARDANAPALUS satraps scene Semiramis Sfero shine shore sigh sire slave smile soldier song soul spirit stars sweet sword tears thee thine things thou art thought throne tomb turn'd twas unto Venice voice walls waves wild wilt woes wouldst youth Zames Zarina