Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 頁 |
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第 11 頁
... Of him who hail'd thee , loveliest as thou wast , Such is the most my memory may desire ; Though more than Hope can claim , could Friendship less require ? 1 1 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage . 1812 . CANTO THE To Janthe . II.
... Of him who hail'd thee , loveliest as thou wast , Such is the most my memory may desire ; Though more than Hope can claim , could Friendship less require ? 1 1 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage . 1812 . CANTO THE To Janthe . II.
第 233 頁
... hope , once more To battle with the ocean and the shocks Of the loud breakers , and the ceaseless roar Which rushes on the solitary shore Where all lies founder'd that was ever dear : But could I gather from the wave - worn store Enough ...
... hope , once more To battle with the ocean and the shocks Of the loud breakers , and the ceaseless roar Which rushes on the solitary shore Where all lies founder'd that was ever dear : But could I gather from the wave - worn store Enough ...
第 237 頁
... hope of ItalyRienzi ! last of Romans ! While the tree Of Freedom's wither'd trunk puts forth a leaf , Even for thy tomb a garland let it beThe forum's champion , and the people's chiefHer new - born Numa thou , with reign , alas ! too ...
... hope of ItalyRienzi ! last of Romans ! While the tree Of Freedom's wither'd trunk puts forth a leaf , Even for thy tomb a garland let it beThe forum's champion , and the people's chiefHer new - born Numa thou , with reign , alas ! too ...
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