Childe Harold's PilgrimageLovell Brothers, 1813 - 270 sider |
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Side 217
... wave ; And onward view'd the mount not yet forgot , The lover's refuge , and the Lesbian's grave . Dark Sappho could not verse immortal save That breast imbued with such immortal fire ? Could she not live who life eternal gave ? If life ...
... wave ; And onward view'd the mount not yet forgot , The lover's refuge , and the Lesbian's grave . Dark Sappho could not verse immortal save That breast imbued with such immortal fire ? Could she not live who life eternal gave ? If life ...
Side 220
... wave , streams flow , the mountain fir Nodding above , behold black Acheron ! ( 23 ) Once consecrated to the sepulchre . Pluto ! if this be hell I look upon , [ none ! Close sham'd Elysium's gates , my shade shall seek for LII . Ne ...
... wave , streams flow , the mountain fir Nodding above , behold black Acheron ! ( 23 ) Once consecrated to the sepulchre . Pluto ! if this be hell I look upon , [ none ! Close sham'd Elysium's gates , my shade shall seek for LII . Ne ...
Side 224
... waves retire to gleam at rest , How brown the foliage of the green hill's grove Nodding at midnight o'er the calm bays breast , As winds come lightly whispering from the west , Kissing , not ruffling , the blue deep serene ; - Here ...
... waves retire to gleam at rest , How brown the foliage of the green hill's grove Nodding at midnight o'er the calm bays breast , As winds come lightly whispering from the west , Kissing , not ruffling , the blue deep serene ; - Here ...
Side 226
... waves , And teach the pale Franks what it is to be slaves , Shall leave on the beach the long galley and oar , And track to his covert the captive on shore . 6 . I ask not the pleasures that riches supply , My sabre shall win what the ...
... waves , And teach the pale Franks what it is to be slaves , Shall leave on the beach the long galley and oar , And track to his covert the captive on shore . 6 . I ask not the pleasures that riches supply , My sabre shall win what the ...
Side 228
... wave , ' Twas , as if darting from her heavenly throne , A brighter glance her form reflected gave , Till sparkling billows seem'd to light the banks they lave . LXXXI . Glanc'd many a light caique along the foam 228 CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... wave , ' Twas , as if darting from her heavenly throne , A brighter glance her form reflected gave , Till sparkling billows seem'd to light the banks they lave . LXXXI . Glanc'd many a light caique along the foam 228 CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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