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Pagina 46
... Love ! how perfect is thy mystic art , Strengthening the weak , and trampling on the strong , How self - deceitful is the sagest part Of mortals whom thy lure hath led along- The precipice she stood on was immense , So was 46 DON JUAN .
... Love ! how perfect is thy mystic art , Strengthening the weak , and trampling on the strong , How self - deceitful is the sagest part Of mortals whom thy lure hath led along- The precipice she stood on was immense , So was 46 DON JUAN .
Pagina 47
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) The precipice she stood on was immense , So was her creed in her own innocence . CVII . She thought of her own strength , and Juan's youth , And of the folly of all prudish fears , Victorious virtue ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) The precipice she stood on was immense , So was her creed in her own innocence . CVII . She thought of her own strength , and Juan's youth , And of the folly of all prudish fears , Victorious virtue ...
Pagina 69
... stood confused ; Antonia bustled round the ransack'd room , And , turning up her nose , with looks abused Her master , and his myrmidons , of whom Not one , except the attorney , was amused ; He , like Achates , faithful to the tomb ...
... stood confused ; Antonia bustled round the ransack'd room , And , turning up her nose , with looks abused Her master , and his myrmidons , of whom Not one , except the attorney , was amused ; He , like Achates , faithful to the tomb ...
Pagina 70
... stood with downcast looks , And , truth to say , he made a foolish figure ; When after searching in five hundred nooks , And treating a young wife with so much rigour , He gain'd no point , except some self - rebukes , Added to those ...
... stood with downcast looks , And , truth to say , he made a foolish figure ; When after searching in five hundred nooks , And treating a young wife with so much rigour , He gain'd no point , except some self - rebukes , Added to those ...
Pagina 71
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) CLXIII . He stood in act to speak , or rather stammer , But sage Antonia cut him short before The anvil of his speech received the hammer , With « Pray , sir , leave the room , and say no « << more ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) CLXIII . He stood in act to speak , or rather stammer , But sage Antonia cut him short before The anvil of his speech received the hammer , With « Pray , sir , leave the room , and say no « << more ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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
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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.