The works of lord Byron, Том 1 |
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... feel , and to possess , And roam along , the world's tired denizen , With none who bless us , none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that , with kindred consciousness endued , If we were not , would ...
... feel , and to possess , And roam along , the world's tired denizen , With none who bless us , none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that , with kindred consciousness endued , If we were not , would ...
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... feel one pang for mine . XXXI . Thus Harold deem'd , as on that lady's eye He look'd , and met its beam without a thought , Save Admiration glancing harmless by : Love kept aloof , albeit not far remote , Who knew his votary often lost ...
... feel one pang for mine . XXXI . Thus Harold deem'd , as on that lady's eye He look'd , and met its beam without a thought , Save Admiration glancing harmless by : Love kept aloof , albeit not far remote , Who knew his votary often lost ...
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... feels a wish to rove : For , not unhappy in her master's love , And joyful in a mother's gentlest cares , Blest cares ! all other feelings far above ! Herself more sweetly rears the babe she bears , Who never quits the breast , no ...
... feels a wish to rove : For , not unhappy in her master's love , And joyful in a mother's gentlest cares , Blest cares ! all other feelings far above ! Herself more sweetly rears the babe she bears , Who never quits the breast , no ...
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... of the gamesome crowd Is source of wayward thought and stern disdain : How do they loathe the laughter idly loud , And long to change the robe of revel for the shroud ! LXXXIII . This must he feel , the true - 78 CANTO II CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... of the gamesome crowd Is source of wayward thought and stern disdain : How do they loathe the laughter idly loud , And long to change the robe of revel for the shroud ! LXXXIII . This must he feel , the true - 78 CANTO II CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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... feel , the true - born son of Greece , If Greece one true - born patriot still can boast : Not such as prate of war , but skulk in peace , The bondsman's peace , who sighs for all he lost , Yet with smooth smile his tyrant can accost ...
... feel , the true - born son of Greece , If Greece one true - born patriot still can boast : Not such as prate of war , but skulk in peace , The bondsman's peace , who sighs for all he lost , Yet with smooth smile his tyrant can accost ...
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Albania Ali Pacha amongst Arnaout Athens beauty behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Cæsar CANTO Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE Constantinople dark deem'd deep doth dust dwell earth Epirus eyes fair fame feel foes French gaze Giaours glory gondoliers Greece Greeks hand hath heart heaven hills honour immortal Italian Joannina lake land less light line last live Lord mind mortal mountains Nature's never o'er once pass passion Petrarch plain Pouqueville proud rock Romaic Roman Rome ruin scatter'd scene shore smile song soul spirit spot Stanza star tears thee thine things thou thought Thrasybulus throne tomb Turks Venetian Venice walls waves wind woes ἀπὸ δὲ δὲν διὰ Ἐγὼ εἶναι εἰς εἰς τὴν Ἑλλήνων ἐν καὶ κατὰ κὴ μὲ νὰ οἱ πῶς σᾶς τὰ τὰς τῇ τὴν τῆς τὸ τὸν τοῦ τοὺς τῶν ὡς
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Страница 181 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye, With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, O tempests! is the goal? Are ye like those within the human breast? Or do ye find at length, like eagles, some high nest?