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الصفحة 570
Have we not seen , round Britain's peopled shore , Her useful sons exchanged for useless ore ? Seen all her triumphs but destruction haste , Like flaring tapers brightening as they waste ; 400 rose , In barren solitary pomp repose ?
Have we not seen , round Britain's peopled shore , Her useful sons exchanged for useless ore ? Seen all her triumphs but destruction haste , Like flaring tapers brightening as they waste ; 400 rose , In barren solitary pomp repose ?
الصفحة 797
The sun that shines on the world sae bright , A borrowed gleid frae the fountain of light ; And the moon that sleeks the sky sae dun , 140 Like a gouden bow or a beamless sun , Shall wear away and be seen nae mair , And the angels shall ...
The sun that shines on the world sae bright , A borrowed gleid frae the fountain of light ; And the moon that sleeks the sky sae dun , 140 Like a gouden bow or a beamless sun , Shall wear away and be seen nae mair , And the angels shall ...
الصفحة 973
And thou hast trod the sands of Seïstan , 750 And seen the River of Helmund , and the Lake Of Zirrah ; and the agèd Zal himself Has often stroked thy neck , and given thee food , Corn in a golden platter soaked with wine , And said " O ...
And thou hast trod the sands of Seïstan , 750 And seen the River of Helmund , and the Lake Of Zirrah ; and the agèd Zal himself Has often stroked thy neck , and given thee food , Corn in a golden platter soaked with wine , And said " O ...
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