Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 頁 |
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... Harold was he hight ; —but whence his name And lineage long , it suits me not to say ; Suffice it , that perchance they were of fame , And had been glorious in another day : But one sad losel soils a name for aye , However mighty in the ...
... Harold was he hight ; —but whence his name And lineage long , it suits me not to say ; Suffice it , that perchance they were of fame , And had been glorious in another day : But one sad losel soils a name for aye , However mighty in the ...
第 15 頁
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. IV . Childe Harold bask'd him in the noontide sun , Disporting there like any other fly , Nor deem'd before his little day was done ... Harold was sore sick at. taste . shun ; Childe Harold's Pilgrimage . 15.
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. IV . Childe Harold bask'd him in the noontide sun , Disporting there like any other fly , Nor deem'd before his little day was done ... Harold was sore sick at. taste . shun ; Childe Harold's Pilgrimage . 15.
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. VI . And now Childe Harold was sore sick at heart , And from his fellow bacchanals would flee ; ' Tis said , at times the sullen tear would start , But pride congeald the drop within ... Harold's Pilgrimage .
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. VI . And now Childe Harold was sore sick at heart , And from his fellow bacchanals would flee ; ' Tis said , at times the sullen tear would start , But pride congeald the drop within ... Harold's Pilgrimage .
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