Byron in Europe: In Childe Harold's FootstepsEquation, 1988 - 192 páginas |
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... stop short , and remembering that such a crossing now would involve a swim to the new oil terminal , I realized that there is much the modern traveller cannot or would be unwise to do . Things are no longer the same . I felt the ...
... stop short , and remembering that such a crossing now would involve a swim to the new oil terminal , I realized that there is much the modern traveller cannot or would be unwise to do . Things are no longer the same . I felt the ...
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... stop , still gesticulating wildly , and within two more stops the carriage was empty . I fell asleep to gentle valleys and groves of cork trees , the bark peeled away from their smooth , bare trunks ; bare midriffs between the gnarled ...
... stop , still gesticulating wildly , and within two more stops the carriage was empty . I fell asleep to gentle valleys and groves of cork trees , the bark peeled away from their smooth , bare trunks ; bare midriffs between the gnarled ...
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... stop , at that time of year . Meillerie is only six miles along the road from Evian , but as it was so wet I decided to hitch a ride . I stood beside the road for an hour or so , thumb out , but I wouldn't have stopped for me either ...
... stop , at that time of year . Meillerie is only six miles along the road from Evian , but as it was so wet I decided to hitch a ride . I stood beside the road for an hour or so , thumb out , but I wouldn't have stopped for me either ...
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Acknowledgements | 9 |
Portugal | 17 |
Renownd romantic Spain | 32 |
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Albanian American appearance arrived asked Athens beautiful boat building Byron called castle Childe Childe Harold's closed crowded described door empty English eyes fact famous felt followed four Gibraltar Greece Greek half hand head hill Hobhouse hour imagine inside inspired interest island Italy John journey lake land later less letters light lines Lisbon lived London looked Lord Byron miles monks morning mountains never night notes once passed past perhaps Pilgrimage poem poet reached remains returned river road romantic Rome seemed seen Shelley side sitting spent square standing stayed steps stone stop street talked thought told took tourist town train travels Turkish turned Venice village waiting walked wall wanted window woman women write wrote