Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt : and Other PoemsJohn Murray, ...; William Blackwood, Edinburgh; and John Cumming, Dublin. By Thomas Davison, 1812 - 300 páginas |
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... tear would start , But Pride congeal'd the drop within his ee : Apart he stalk'd in joyless reverie , And from his native land resolv'd to go , And visit scorching climes beyond the sea ; With pleasure drugg'd he almost long'd for woe ...
... tear would start , But Pride congeal'd the drop within his ee : Apart he stalk'd in joyless reverie , And from his native land resolv'd to go , And visit scorching climes beyond the sea ; With pleasure drugg'd he almost long'd for woe ...
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... tear - drop from thine eye ; Our ship is swift and strong : Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly More merrily along . " " 4 . Let winds be shrill , let waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind ; Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am ...
... tear - drop from thine eye ; Our ship is swift and strong : Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly More merrily along . " " 4 . Let winds be shrill , let waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind ; Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am ...
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... tears become thine eye ; If I thy guileless bosom had Mine own would not be dry . 6 . " Come hither , hither my staunch yeoman , Why dost thou look so pale ? Or dost thou dread a French foeman ? Or shiv'rest at the gale ? " — • Deem'st ...
... tears become thine eye ; If I thy guileless bosom had Mine own would not be dry . 6 . " Come hither , hither my staunch yeoman , Why dost thou look so pale ? Or dost thou dread a French foeman ? Or shiv'rest at the gale ? " — • Deem'st ...
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... will dry the bright blue eyes We late saw streaming o'er . ' For pleasures past I do not grieve , Nor perils gathering near ; My greatest grief is that I leave No thing that claims a tear . 9 . " And now I'm in the world alone 13.
... will dry the bright blue eyes We late saw streaming o'er . ' For pleasures past I do not grieve , Nor perils gathering near ; My greatest grief is that I leave No thing that claims a tear . 9 . " And now I'm in the world alone 13.
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... tear me where he stands . 10 . " With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! And when you fail my sight ...
... tear me where he stands . 10 . " With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! And when you fail my sight ...
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