| 1856 - 620 стор.
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| 1856 - 722 стор.
...drawbacks, yet it is a marvellously pleasant life, that of the free ranger of the hills and moors — " Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase, And...quit their easy chair, The toilsome way and long long leagues to trace, Oh ! there is sweetness in the mountain air, And life, which bloated ease can never... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1812 - 314 стор.
...that such hills upheld a freeborn race !) Whereon to gaze the eye with joyaunce fills, Childe Harold wends through many a pleasant place. Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chace, • And marvel men should quit their easy chair, The toilsome way, and long, long league to... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1815 - 248 стор.
...that such hills upheld a freeborn race!) Whereon to gaze the eye with joyaunce fills, Childe Harold wends through many a pleasant place. Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chace, And marvel men should quit their easy chair, The toilsome way, and long, long league to trace,... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1818 - 384 стор.
...a freeborn race!) Whereon to gaze the eye with joyaunce fills, Chilcle Harold wends through many u pleasant place. Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase, And marvel man should quit their easy chair, The toilsome way, and long, long league to trace, Oh! there is sweetness... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 174 стор.
...that such hills upheld a free-born race ! ) Whereon to gaze the eye with joy'ance filfs, Childe Harold wends through many a pleasant place, Though sluggards...deem it but a foolish chase, And marvel men should duit their easy ohair, The toilsome way, and long, long league to trace, Oh! there is sweetness in... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1822 - 498 стор.
...that such hills upheld a freeborn race !) Whereon to gaze the eye with joyaunce fills, Childe Harold wends through many a pleasant place. Though sluggards...The toilsome way, and long, long league to trace, Oh ! ihere is sweetness in the mountain air, And life, that bloated Ease can never hope to share. XXXI.... | |
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