Don Juan. Cantos i. to v. [by lord Byron].Griffin, 1823 |
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... deep grief , plunged in solitude : I'm fond myself of solitude or so , But then I beg it may be understood , solitude I mean a sultan's , not mit's , with a harem for a grot . LXXXVIII . " Oh Love ! in such a wilderness 24 DON JUAN .
... deep grief , plunged in solitude : I'm fond myself of solitude or so , But then I beg it may be understood , solitude I mean a sultan's , not mit's , with a harem for a grot . LXXXVIII . " Oh Love ! in such a wilderness 24 DON JUAN .
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... deep despair , lest he had done amiss , Love is so very timid when ' tis new : She blush'd and frown'd not , but she strove to speak , And held her tongue , her voice was grown so weak . CXIII . The sun set , and up rose the yellow moon ...
... deep despair , lest he had done amiss , Love is so very timid when ' tis new : She blush'd and frown'd not , but she strove to speak , And held her tongue , her voice was grown so weak . CXIII . The sun set , and up rose the yellow moon ...
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... deep The song and oar of Adria's gondolier , By distance mellow'd , o'er the waters sweep : " Tis sweet to see the evening star appear ; " Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf ; ' tis sweet to view on high The ...
... deep The song and oar of Adria's gondolier , By distance mellow'd , o'er the waters sweep : " Tis sweet to see the evening star appear ; " Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf ; ' tis sweet to view on high The ...
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... deep in my heart's core , " These 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 ...
... deep in my heart's core , " These 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 ...
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... deep alone Gazed dim and desolate ; twelve days had fear Been their familiar , and now Death was here . L. Some trial had been making at a raft , With little hope in such a rolling sea , A sort of thing at which one would have laugh'd ...
... deep alone Gazed dim and desolate ; twelve days had fear Been their familiar , and now Death was here . L. Some trial had been making at a raft , With little hope in such a rolling sea , A sort of thing at which one would have laugh'd ...
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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
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Seite 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!
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...