Don Juan. Cantos i. to v. [by lord Byron].Griffin, 1823 |
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... , Joubert , Hoche , Marceau , Lannes , Dessaix , Moreau , With many of the military set , Exceedingly remarkable at times , But not at all adapted to my rhymes . A IV . Nelson was once Britannia's god of war , DON JUAN. ...
... , Joubert , Hoche , Marceau , Lannes , Dessaix , Moreau , With many of the military set , Exceedingly remarkable at times , But not at all adapted to my rhymes . A IV . Nelson was once Britannia's god of war , DON JUAN. ...
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George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) IV . Nelson was once Britannia's god of war , And still should be so , but the tide is turn'd ; There's no more to be said of Trafalgar , ' Tis with our hero quietly inurn'd ; Because the army's grown ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) IV . Nelson was once Britannia's god of war , And still should be so , but the tide is turn'd ; There's no more to be said of Trafalgar , ' Tis with our hero quietly inurn'd ; Because the army's grown ...
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... once more- The door was fasten'd , but with voice and fist First knocks were heard , then " Madam - Madam - hist ! CXXXVII . " For God's sake ; -Madam - Madam - here's my master " With more than half the city at his back- " Was ever ...
... once more- The door was fasten'd , but with voice and fist First knocks were heard , then " Madam - Madam - hist ! CXXXVII . " For God's sake ; -Madam - Madam - here's my master " With more than half the city at his back- " Was ever ...
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... once to scream , and and weep ; Her maid Antonia , who was an adept , Contrived to fling the bed - clothes in a heap , yawn , As if she had just now from out them crept : I can't tell why she should take all this trouble To prove her ...
... once to scream , and and weep ; Her maid Antonia , who was an adept , Contrived to fling the bed - clothes in a heap , yawn , As if she had just now from out them crept : I can't tell why she should take all this trouble To prove her ...
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... once he has had cause to scold , " But found my very innocence perplex " So much , he always doubted I was married- " How sorry you will be when I've miscarried . D CXLVIII . " Was it for this that no Cortego DON JUAN . 39.
... once he has had cause to scold , " But found my very innocence perplex " So much , he always doubted I was married- " How sorry you will be when I've miscarried . D CXLVIII . " Was it for this that no Cortego DON JUAN . 39.
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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...