Selections from Byron: Childe Harold, Canto IV, The Prisoner of Chillon, Mazeppa, and Other PoemsGinn, 1911 - 185 sidor |
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... leaves of the forest when Summer is green , That host with their banners at sunset were seen : Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown , That host on the morrow lay withered and strown . III For the angel of Death spread ...
... leaves of the forest when Summer is green , That host with their banners at sunset were seen : Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown , That host on the morrow lay withered and strown . III For the angel of Death spread ...
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... leaves around the ruined turret wreath , All green and wildly fresh without , but worn and grey beneath . V Oh , could I feel as I have felt , - Or weep as I could once have scene ; or be what I have been , wept , o'er many a vanished ...
... leaves around the ruined turret wreath , All green and wildly fresh without , but worn and grey beneath . V Oh , could I feel as I have felt , - Or weep as I could once have scene ; or be what I have been , wept , o'er many a vanished ...
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... leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires , — ' t is to be forgiven , That in our aspirations to be great , Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state , And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery , and create ...
... leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires , — ' t is to be forgiven , That in our aspirations to be great , Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state , And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery , and create ...
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... leaf is lost , But hath a part of being , and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defence . XC Then stirs the feeling infinite , so felt In solitude , where we are least alone ; A truth , which through our being then doth melt ...
... leaf is lost , But hath a part of being , and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defence . XC Then stirs the feeling infinite , so felt In solitude , where we are least alone ; A truth , which through our being then doth melt ...
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... leaves behind , Which out of things familiar , undesigned , When least we deem of such , calls up to view The Spectres whom no exorcism can bind The cold the changed - perchance the dead , anew too many ! yet how few ! The mourned , the ...
... leaves behind , Which out of things familiar , undesigned , When least we deem of such , calls up to view The Spectres whom no exorcism can bind The cold the changed - perchance the dead , anew too many ! yet how few ! The mourned , the ...
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Selections from Byron: Childe Harold, Canto IV, The Prisoner of Chillon ... George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1911 |
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