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95. oldal
Tis to create , and in creating live A being more intense , that we endow , With
form our fancy , gaining as we give · The life we image , even as I do now . What
am I ? Nothing : but not so art thou , Soul of my thought ! with whom I traverse
earth ...
Tis to create , and in creating live A being more intense , that we endow , With
form our fancy , gaining as we give · The life we image , even as I do now . What
am I ? Nothing : but not so art thou , Soul of my thought ! with whom I traverse
earth ...
104. oldal
... Which living waves where thou didst cease to live , And saw around me the
wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise , and the Spring Come forth her
work of gladness to contrive , With all her reckless birds upon the wing , I turn ' d
from ...
... Which living waves where thou didst cease to live , And saw around me the
wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise , and the Spring Come forth her
work of gladness to contrive , With all her reckless birds upon the wing , I turn ' d
from ...
105. oldal
... hoariness ; the ruin ' d wall Stands when its wind - worn battlements are gone ;
The bars survive the captive they enthral ; The day drags through though storms
keep out the sun ; And thus the heart will break , yet brokenly live on : XXXIII .
... hoariness ; the ruin ' d wall Stands when its wind - worn battlements are gone ;
The bars survive the captive they enthral ; The day drags through though storms
keep out the sun ; And thus the heart will break , yet brokenly live on : XXXIII .
122. oldal
By the blue rushing of the arrowy Rhone , Or the pure bosom of its nursing lake ,
Which feeds it as a mother who doth make A fair but froward infant her own care ,
Kissing its cries away as these awake ;Is it not better thus our lives to wear ...
By the blue rushing of the arrowy Rhone , Or the pure bosom of its nursing lake ,
Which feeds it as a mother who doth make A fair but froward infant her own care ,
Kissing its cries away as these awake ;Is it not better thus our lives to wear ...
130. oldal
... the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud , But every mountain now hath found
a tongue , And Jura answers , through her misty shroud , Back to the joyous Alps ,
who call to her aloud ! XCIII . And this is in the night : - 130 [ CANTO , CHILDE ...
... the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud , But every mountain now hath found
a tongue , And Jura answers , through her misty shroud , Back to the joyous Alps ,
who call to her aloud ! XCIII . And this is in the night : - 130 [ CANTO , CHILDE ...
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Bibliográfiai információk
| Cím | Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, George Gordon Byron Baron Byron |
| Szerző | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron |
| Illusztrálta: | William Finden, Edward Francis Finden |
| Kiadó | J. Murray, 1841 |
| Eredeti forrása | Harvard Egyetem |
| Digitalizálva: | 2008. szept. 25. |
| Terjedelem | 320 oldal |
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