Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth!
Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great!
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
-- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii, Stanza 73
Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great!
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
-- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii, Stanza 73
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- Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i, stanza... - Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?
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Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage... - A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii, Stanza... - Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.
Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage... - The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii, Stanza... - Where'er we tread, 't is haunted, holy ground.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii, Stanza... - Coop'd in their winged, sea-girt citadel.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii, Stanza... - Land of lost gods and godlike men.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii, Stanza... - Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.
Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage...
