 Ye ! who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene Which is his last, if in your memories dwell A thought which once was his, if on ye swell A single recollection, not in vain He wore his sandal-shoon and scallop-shell; Farewell ! with him alone may rest the...  Hermes; oder kritisches Jahrbuch der Literatur - Sida lii1819Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - Om den här boken
 | Matthias Bauer - 1991 - 376 sidor
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 | George Gordon Byron - 1994 - 884 sidor
...spirit dwelt is flattering, faint, and low. CLXXXVI. Farewell I a word that must be, and hath beenA mortal his own doom may guess ? Let none despond,...I To-morrow the Borysthenee May see our coursers g in your memories dwell A thought which once was his, if on ye swell Л single recollection, not in... | |
 | Paul H. Fry - 1995 - 276 sidor
...finally have. Byron's place of continuity, then, is implicitly, like Wordsworth's, a graveside "scene": Ye! who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene Which is his last, if in your memories dwell A thought which once was his, if on ye swell A single recollection, not in vain... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1996 - 868 sidor
...Which in my spirit dwelt is fluttering, faint, and low. CLXXXVI Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been A sound which makes us linger; - yet - farewell!...traced the Pilgrim to the scene Which is his last, if in your memories dwell 1670 A thought which once was his, if on ye swell A single recollection, not... | |
 | Richard C. Sha - 1998 - 300 sidor
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 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1825 - 510 sidor
...glow Which in my spirit dwelt, is fluttering, faint, and low. Farewell ! a word that must be, and hath been — A sound which makes us linger ; — yet —...traced the Pilgrim to the scene Which is his last, if in your memories dwell A thought, which once was his, if on ye swell A single recollection, not in... | |
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