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On the con- trary , there is an intensity of feeling , and a fierceness of power , for which we look in vain in the earlier poems . Nothing can surpass the sublimity of his communings with Nature , or the vigour with which he pours ...
On the con- trary , there is an intensity of feeling , and a fierceness of power , for which we look in vain in the earlier poems . Nothing can surpass the sublimity of his communings with Nature , or the vigour with which he pours ...
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Egotism - wearisomely and perpetually drawing him 1 Seek out , less often sought than found , A soldier's grave , for thee the best , Then look around and choose thy ground And take thy rest . ' Byron's last poem . to the little ...
Egotism - wearisomely and perpetually drawing him 1 Seek out , less often sought than found , A soldier's grave , for thee the best , Then look around and choose thy ground And take thy rest . ' Byron's last poem . to the little ...
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Such is thy name with this my verse entwined ; And long as kinder eyes a look shall cast On Harold's page , Ianthe's here enshrined Shall thus be first beheld , forgotten last : My days once numbered , should this homage past Attract ...
Such is thy name with this my verse entwined ; And long as kinder eyes a look shall cast On Harold's page , Ianthe's here enshrined Shall thus be first beheld , forgotten last : My days once numbered , should this homage past Attract ...
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6 ' Come hither , hither , my staunch yeoman , Why dost thou look so pale ? Or dost thou dread a French foeman ? Or shiver at the gale ? ' — ' Deem'st thou I tremble for my life ? Sir Childe , I'm not so weak ; But thinking on an absent ...
6 ' Come hither , hither , my staunch yeoman , Why dost thou look so pale ? Or dost thou dread a French foeman ? Or shiver at the gale ? ' — ' Deem'st thou I tremble for my life ? Sir Childe , I'm not so weak ; But thinking on an absent ...
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Here leans the idle shepherd on his crook , And vacant on the rippling waves doth look , 1 Withouten . ] Glossary . 2 Rich fleece . The celebrated merino flocks , which have been introduced into Australia . 3 For Spain is compassed .
Here leans the idle shepherd on his crook , And vacant on the rippling waves doth look , 1 Withouten . ] Glossary . 2 Rich fleece . The celebrated merino flocks , which have been introduced into Australia . 3 For Spain is compassed .
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| Title | Childe Harold's pilgrimage, ed. by W. Hiley |
| Author | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Editor | Walter Hiley |
| Published | 1877 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 9 Aug 2006 |
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