The works of lord Byron, comprehending the suppressed poems, Volumes 7-8 |
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Pagina 12
... head , I'm a plain man , and in a single station , But - Oh ! ye lords of ladies intellectual , Inform us truly , have they not hen - peck'd you all ? XXIII . Don Jose and his lady quarrell'd — why , Not any of the many could divine ...
... head , I'm a plain man , and in a single station , But - Oh ! ye lords of ladies intellectual , Inform us truly , have they not hen - peck'd you all ? XXIII . Don Jose and his lady quarrell'd — why , Not any of the many could divine ...
Pagina 60
... CXXXIX . I can't tell how , or why , or what suspicion Could enter into Don Alfonso's head ; But for a cavalier of his condition It surely was exceedingly ill - bred , Without a word of previous admonition , To hold a 60 DON JUAN .
... CXXXIX . I can't tell how , or why , or what suspicion Could enter into Don Alfonso's head ; But for a cavalier of his condition It surely was exceedingly ill - bred , Without a word of previous admonition , To hold a 60 DON JUAN .
Pagina 93
... head , I've spoken , « Time is , Time was , Time's past , » a chymic treasure Is glittering youth , which I have spent betimes- My heart in passion , and my head on rhymes . CCXVIII . What is the end of fame ? ' tis but to fill A ...
... head , I've spoken , « Time is , Time was , Time's past , » a chymic treasure Is glittering youth , which I have spent betimes- My heart in passion , and my head on rhymes . CCXVIII . What is the end of fame ? ' tis but to fill A ...
Pagina 102
... heads or tails , And live and die , make love and pay our taxes , And as the veering wind shifts , shift our sails ; The king commands us , and the doctor quacks us , The priest instructs , and so our life exhales , A little breath ...
... heads or tails , And live and die , make love and pay our taxes , And as the veering wind shifts , shift our sails ; The king commands us , and the doctor quacks us , The priest instructs , and so our life exhales , A little breath ...
Pagina 113
... heads , or necks : Thus drownings are much talk'd of by the divers And swimmers who may chance to be survivors . XXXII . Immediately the masts were cut away , Both main and mizen ; first the mizen went , The mainmast follow'd : but the ...
... heads , or necks : Thus drownings are much talk'd of by the divers And swimmers who may chance to be survivors . XXXII . Immediately the masts were cut away , Both main and mizen ; first the mizen went , The mainmast follow'd : but the ...
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Antonia appear'd Baba beautiful blood boat Bosphorus breast breath Cadiz call'd CANTO charm 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 GALIGNANI gazed giaour gold grew Gulleyaz 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 LORD BYRON lover maid mistress moon 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 sire slaves sleep smile song soul Spain stanza stood strange tears tell There's things third sex thou thought true turn'd Twas waves whate'er wife wind wine words youth Zoë
Populaire passages
Pagina 45 - 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!
Pagina 47 - 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!
Pagina 60 - 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;* — Is this a fancy which our reason scorns 1 Ah ! surely nothing dies but something mourns.
Pagina 50 - 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 49 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks, — They have a king who buys and sells : In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells ; But Turkish force, and Latin fraud, Would break your shield, however broad.
Pagina 45 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships by thousands lay below, And men in nations; — all were his! He counted them at break of day, And when the sun set, where were they?
Pagina 46 - 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!
Pagina 54 - Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; 'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come...
Pagina 3 - 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...
Pagina 179 - A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth, and love, And beauty, all concentrating like rays Into one focus, kindled from above; Such kisses as belong to early days, Where heart, and soul, and sense, in concert move, And the blood's lava, and the pulse a blaze, Each kiss a heart-quake, — for a kiss's strength, I think it must be reckon'd by its length.