Byron in Europe: In Childe Harold's FootstepsEquation, 1988 - 192 páginas |
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... took a taxi , an ancient black and green Mercedes , and sank back into the leather upholstery as we tore through the evening crowds . Several times the driver crossed himself , presumably , since there were no churches around , for the ...
... took a taxi , an ancient black and green Mercedes , and sank back into the leather upholstery as we tore through the evening crowds . Several times the driver crossed himself , presumably , since there were no churches around , for the ...
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... took to the streets , which in Valletta are long , stepped , and steep . And short on ' phone boxes . It took half an hour of wandering the silent grid of streets - silent but GIBRALTAR AND MALTA 53.
... took to the streets , which in Valletta are long , stepped , and steep . And short on ' phone boxes . It took half an hour of wandering the silent grid of streets - silent but GIBRALTAR AND MALTA 53.
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... took me along the southern road which skirts the Sea of Marmara . It passes factories of overwhelming ugliness . Concrete works sculpted from grey dust . Impenetrable sites like ghettoes . And then the wall . The road has punched ...
... took me along the southern road which skirts the Sea of Marmara . It passes factories of overwhelming ugliness . Concrete works sculpted from grey dust . Impenetrable sites like ghettoes . And then the wall . The road has punched ...
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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