Don Juan. Cantos i. to v. [by lord Byron].Griffin, 1823 |
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... 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 ...
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... 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 ...
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... 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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... passion , and my head on rhymes . CCXVIII . What is the end of fame ? ' tis but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper ; ' Some liken it to climbing up a hill , Whose summit , like all hills , is lost in vapour , For this men ...
... passion , and my head on rhymes . CCXVIII . What is the end of fame ? ' tis but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper ; ' Some liken it to climbing up a hill , Whose summit , like all hills , is lost in vapour , For this men ...
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... are dangerous to his reign , Sea - sickness death ; his love was perfect , how else Could Juan's passion , while the billows roar , Resist his stomach , ne'er at sea before ? XXIV . The ship , call'd the most holy " 66 DON JUAN .
... are dangerous to his reign , Sea - sickness death ; his love was perfect , how else Could Juan's passion , while the billows roar , Resist his stomach , ne'er at sea before ? XXIV . The ship , call'd the most holy " 66 DON JUAN .
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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...