Don Juan. Cantos i. to v. [by lord Byron].Griffin, 1823 |
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Pagina 11
... passions now and then outran Discretion , and were not so peaceable As Numa's , ( who was also named Pompilius , ) He had been ill brought up , and was born bilious . XXXVI . Whate'er might be his worthlessness or worth , DON JUAN . 11.
... passions now and then outran Discretion , and were not so peaceable As Numa's , ( who was also named Pompilius , ) He had been ill brought up , and was born bilious . XXXVI . Whate'er might be his worthlessness or worth , DON JUAN . 11.
Pagina 21
... passion most dissembles yet betrays Even by its darkness , as the blackest sky Foretells the heaviest tempest , it displays Its workings through the vainly guarded eye , And in whatever aspect it arrays Itself , ' tis still the same ...
... passion most dissembles yet betrays Even by its darkness , as the blackest sky Foretells the heaviest tempest , it displays Its workings through the vainly guarded eye , And in whatever aspect it arrays Itself , ' tis still the same ...
Pagina 34
... passionate love - it stands alone , Like Adam's recollection of his fall ; The tree of knowledge has been pluck'd - all's known , And life yields nothing further to recall thy of this ambrosial sin , so shown , in fable , as the ...
... passionate love - it stands alone , Like Adam's recollection of his fall ; The tree of knowledge has been pluck'd - all's known , And life yields nothing further to recall thy of this ambrosial sin , so shown , in fable , as the ...
Pagina 48
... passion . CLXXXII . He left the room for his relinquished sword , And Julia instant to the closet flew , " Fly , Juan fly ! -for Heaven's sake not a word— " The door is open - you may yet slip through " The passage you so often have ...
... passion . CLXXXII . He left the room for his relinquished sword , And Julia instant to the closet flew , " Fly , Juan fly ! -for Heaven's sake not a word— " The door is open - you may yet slip through " The passage you so often have ...
Pagina 51
... I could bear , but cannot cast aside " The passion which still rages as before . And so farewell - forgive me - love me- -No , " That word is idle now- -but let it go . 66 E CXCVI . 66 26 My breast has been all weakness DON JUAN . 51.
... I could bear , but cannot cast aside " The passion which still rages as before . And so farewell - forgive me - love me- -No , " That word is idle now- -but let it go . 66 E CXCVI . 66 26 My breast has been all weakness DON JUAN . 51.
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Don Juan. Cantos i. to v. [by lord Byron]. George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Volledige weergave - 1824 |
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Antonia appear'd Baba beautiful blood boat Bosphorus breath Cadiz call'd CANTO charming chaste 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 Gulleyaz Haidee Haidee's 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 Muse ne'er never night Noah's ark o'er ocean pair 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 sweet tears tell There's things third sex thou thought true turn'd Twas twere waves whate'er wife wind wine words young youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 139 - 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 51 - 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 141 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heracleidan blood might own.
Pagina 142 - 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 152 - And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep ; and if I weep, 'Tis that our nature cannot always bring Itself to apathy, for we must steep Our...
Pagina 146 - Some kinder casuists are pleased to say, In nameless print — that I have no devotion ; But set those persons down with me to pray, And you shall see who has the properest notion Of getting into heaven the shortest way; My altars are the mountains and the ocean, Earth, air, stars — all that springs from the great whole Who hath produced, and will receive the soul.
Pagina 139 - 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!
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 146 - tis the hour of prayer ! Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of love ! Ave Maria ! may our spirits dare Look up to thine and to thy Son's above ! Ave Maria ! oh that face so fair ! Those downcast eyes beneath the Almighty dove — What though 'tis but a pictured image strike, That painting is no idol, — 'tis too like.
Pagina 107 - They look'd up to the sky, whose floating glow Spread like a rosy ocean, vast and bright; They gazed upon the glittering sea below, Whence the broad moon rose circling into sight; They heard the waves...