Childe Harold's PilgrimageLovell Brothers, 1813 - 270 sider |
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Side 195
... tear . Now to my theme but from thy holy haunt Let me some remnant , some memorial bear ; Yield me one leaf of Daphne's deathless plant , Nor let thy votary's hope be deem'd an idle vaunt , LXIV . [ young , But ne'er didst thou , fair ...
... tear . Now to my theme but from thy holy haunt Let me some remnant , some memorial bear ; Yield me one leaf of Daphne's deathless plant , Nor let thy votary's hope be deem'd an idle vaunt , LXIV . [ young , But ne'er didst thou , fair ...
Side 203
... tear of pity for the dead ? Look o'er the ravage of the reeking plain ; Look on the hands with female slaughter red ; Then to the dogs resign the unburied slain , Then to the vulture let each corse remain ; Albeit unworthy of the prey ...
... tear of pity for the dead ? Look o'er the ravage of the reeking plain ; Look on the hands with female slaughter red ; Then to the dogs resign the unburied slain , Then to the vulture let each corse remain ; Albeit unworthy of the prey ...
Side 204
... tear Of Consciousness awaking to her woes , And Fancy hover o'er thy bloodless bier , Till my frail frame return to whence it rose , And mourn'd and mourner lie united in repose . CIII . Here is one fytte of Harold's pilgrimage ; Ye who ...
... tear Of Consciousness awaking to her woes , And Fancy hover o'er thy bloodless bier , Till my frail frame return to whence it rose , And mourn'd and mourner lie united in repose . CIII . Here is one fytte of Harold's pilgrimage ; Ye who ...
Side 210
... tears ? Though in thy name the slaves her bosom wrung , Tell not the deed to blushing Europe's ears ; The ocean queen , the free Britannia bears The last poor plunder from a bleeding land ; Yes , she , whose gen'rous aid her name ...
... tears ? Though in thy name the slaves her bosom wrung , Tell not the deed to blushing Europe's ears ; The ocean queen , the free Britannia bears The last poor plunder from a bleeding land ; Yes , she , whose gen'rous aid her name ...
Side 213
... tear ; A flashing pang ! of which the weary breast Would still , albeit in vain , the heavy heart divest . XXV . To sit on rocks , to muse o'er flood and fell , To slowly trace the forest's shady scene , Where things that own not man's ...
... tear ; A flashing pang ! of which the weary breast Would still , albeit in vain , the heavy heart divest . XXV . To sit on rocks , to muse o'er flood and fell , To slowly trace the forest's shady scene , Where things that own not man's ...
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