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Pagina 31
... grew apace , And seem'd , at least , in the right road to heaven , For half his days were pass'd at church , the other Between his tutors , confessor , and mother , L. At six , I said , he was a Canto L 31 DON JUAN . XLVIII. ...
... grew apace , And seem'd , at least , in the right road to heaven , For half his days were pass'd at church , the other Between his tutors , confessor , and mother , L. At six , I said , he was a Canto L 31 DON JUAN . XLVIII. ...
Pagina 42
... grew distant , the youth shy , Their looks cast down , their greetings almost dumb , And much embarrassment in either eye ; There surely will be little doubt with some That Donna Julia knew the reason why , But as for Juan , he had no ...
... grew distant , the youth shy , Their looks cast down , their greetings almost dumb , And much embarrassment in either eye ; There surely will be little doubt with some That Donna Julia knew the reason why , But as for Juan , he had no ...
Pagina 52
... grew ; There poets find materials for their books , And every now and then we read them through , So that their plan and prosody are eligible , Unless , like Wordsworth , they prove unintelligible . XCI . He , Juan , ( and not ...
... grew ; There poets find materials for their books , And every now and then we read them through , So that their plan and prosody are eligible , Unless , like Wordsworth , they prove unintelligible . XCI . He , Juan , ( and not ...
Pagina 91
... grew dull in motion , And that the medicine answer'd very well : Perhaps ' twas in a different way applied , For David lived , but Juan nearly died . CLXIX . What's to be done ? Alfonso will be back The moment he has sent his fools away ...
... grew dull in motion , And that the medicine answer'd very well : Perhaps ' twas in a different way applied , For David lived , but Juan nearly died . CLXIX . What's to be done ? Alfonso will be back The moment he has sent his fools away ...
Pagina 114
... grew ? Alas ! ' twas not in them , but in thy power To double even the sweetness of a flower . CCXV . No more no more - Oh ! never more , my heart , Canst thou be my sole world , my universe ! Once all in all , but now a thing apart ...
... grew ? Alas ! ' twas not in them , but in thy power To double even the sweetness of a flower . CCXV . No more no more - Oh ! never more , my heart , Canst thou be my sole world , my universe ! Once all in all , but now a thing apart ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Algiers Antonia appear'd Baba beautiful blood boat Bosphorus breath Cadiz call'd CANTO charming cheek CIII dead death deep devil Don Alfonso Don Juan Donna Inez doubt e'er earth eunuch eyes face fair fame father's feelings flash'd form'd gazed giaour gold grew Haidee Haidée's hair half hand heart heaven Hellespont hope hour human clay Juan's Julia kiss knew lady least leave lips look look'd lover maid mistress moral mother Muse ne'er never night Noah's ark o'er ocean pair pale Parnassian pass'd passion Pedrillo perhaps poets pray renegado rhymes round Samian wine Sappho scarce seem'd sherbet shore sigh sing sire slaves sleep smile song soul Spain stanza stood strange tears tell There's things third sex thou thought Tis sweet true turn'd Twas twere wave whate'er wife wind wine words youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 50 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Pagina 56 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...
Pagina 104 - Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'Tis woman's whole existence ; man may range The court, camp, church, the vessel, and the mart ; Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart, And few there are whom these cannot estrange ; Men have all these resources, we but one, To love again, and be again undone.
Pagina 52 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Pagina 54 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one? You have the letters Cadmus gave, — Think ye he meant them for a slave?
Pagina 53 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah ! no : the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise, — we come, we come ! " 'Tis but the living who are dumb.
Pagina 66 - Soft hour ! which wakes the wish and melts the heart Of those who sail the seas, on the first day When they from their sweet friends are torn apart ; Or fills with love the pilgrim on his way, As the far bell of vesper makes him start, Seeming to weep the dying day's decay.
Pagina 212 - Man, being reasonable, must get drunk ; The best of life is but intoxication : Glory, the grape, love, gold, in these are sunk The hopes of all men, and of every nation ; Without their sap, how branchless were the trunk Of life's strange tree, so fruitful on occasion : But to return, — Get very drunk ; and when You wake with headache, you shall see what then.
Pagina 7 - I want a hero: an uncommon want, When every year and month sends forth a new one, Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant, The age discovers he is not the true one: Of such as these I should not care to vaunt, I'll therefore take our ancient friend Don Juan — We all have seen him, in the Pantomime Sent to the devil, somewhat ere his time.
Pagina 149 - Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell — Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave, Then some leap'd overboard with dreadful yell, As eager to anticipate their grave; And the sea yawn'd around her like a hell, And down she suck'd with her the whirling wave, Like one who grapples with his enemy, And strives to strangle him before he die.