The works of lord Byron, comprehending the suppressed poems, Volumes 7-8 |
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Pagina 39
... thou art a god indeed divine . » The bard I quote from does not sing amiss , 5 With the exception of the second line , For that same twining « transport and security >> Are twisted to a phrase of some obscurity . LXXXIX . The poet meant ...
... thou art a god indeed divine . » The bard I quote from does not sing amiss , 5 With the exception of the second line , For that same twining « transport and security >> Are twisted to a phrase of some obscurity . LXXXIX . The poet meant ...
Pagina 88
... Thou shalt not steal from Samuel Rogers , nor Commit - flirtation with the muse of Moore . CCVI . Thou shalt not covet Mr. Sotheby's Muse , His Pegasus , nor any thing that's his ; Thou shalt not bear false witness like « < the 88 DON JUAN ...
... Thou shalt not steal from Samuel Rogers , nor Commit - flirtation with the muse of Moore . CCVI . Thou shalt not covet Mr. Sotheby's Muse , His Pegasus , nor any thing that's his ; Thou shalt not bear false witness like « < the 88 DON JUAN ...
Pagina 89
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Thou shalt not bear false witness like « < the << Blues , » ( There's one , at least , is very fond of this ; ) Thou shalt not write , in short , but what I choose : This is true criticism , and you ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Thou shalt not bear false witness like « < the << Blues , » ( There's one , at least , is very fond of this ; ) Thou shalt not write , in short , but what I choose : This is true criticism , and you ...
Pagina 92
... Thou canst not be my blessing or my curse : The illusion's gone for ever , and thou art Insensible , I trust , but none the worse , And in thy stead I've got a deal of judgment , Though heaven knows how it ever found a lodge- ment ...
... Thou canst not be my blessing or my curse : The illusion's gone for ever , and thou art Insensible , I trust , but none the worse , And in thy stead I've got a deal of judgment , Though heaven knows how it ever found a lodge- ment ...
Pagina 188
... thou art the very god of evil , For , after all , we cannot call thee devil . CCVI . Thou mak'st the chaste connubial state preca- rious , And jestest with the brows of mightiest men : Cæsar and Pompey , Mahomet , Belisarius , Have much ...
... thou art the very god of evil , For , after all , we cannot call thee devil . CCVI . Thou mak'st the chaste connubial state preca- rious , And jestest with the brows of mightiest men : Cæsar and Pompey , Mahomet , Belisarius , Have much ...
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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
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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.