The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Band 16J. Murray, 1833 |
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... give a casting voice , For both sides I could many reasons show , And then decide , without great wrong to either , It were much better to have both than neither . XXVI . Juan and Haidée gazed upon each other With swimming looks of ...
... give a casting voice , For both sides I could many reasons show , And then decide , without great wrong to either , It were much better to have both than neither . XXVI . Juan and Haidée gazed upon each other With swimming looks of ...
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... give the story in his own elegant words : - I was once in agonies of grief that are unutterable , and in so great a distraction of mind , that I thought myself even out of the possibility of receiving com- fort . The occasion was as ...
... give the story in his own elegant words : - I was once in agonies of grief that are unutterable , and in so great a distraction of mind , that I thought myself even out of the possibility of receiving com- fort . The occasion was as ...
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... give way , subdued because surrounded ; Her mother was a Moorish maid , from Fez , Where all is Eden , or a wilderness . ( 1 ) [ MS . - " But thou , sweet fury of the fiery rill ! Makest on the liver a still worse attack ; Besides , thy ...
... give way , subdued because surrounded ; Her mother was a Moorish maid , from Fez , Where all is Eden , or a wilderness . ( 1 ) [ MS . - " But thou , sweet fury of the fiery rill ! Makest on the liver a still worse attack ; Besides , thy ...
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... give her Senses to sleep - the power seem'd gone for ever . LXIX . Twelve days and nights she wither'd thus ; at last , Without a groan , or sigh , or glance , to show A parting pang , the spirit from her past : And they who watch'd her ...
... give her Senses to sleep - the power seem'd gone for ever . LXIX . Twelve days and nights she wither'd thus ; at last , Without a groan , or sigh , or glance , to show A parting pang , the spirit from her past : And they who watch'd her ...
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... gives to a mountain or plain is still just for it ; and I spent several hours here in as agreeable cogitations as ever Don Quixote had on Mount Montesinos . - LADY M. W. MONTAGU . ] LXXVI . There , on the green and village - 36 CANTO IV ...
... gives to a mountain or plain is still just for it ; and I spent several hours here in as agreeable cogitations as ever Don Quixote had on Mount Montesinos . - LADY M. W. MONTAGU . ] LXXVI . There , on the green and village - 36 CANTO IV ...
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Ali Pacha antè arms Auld Lang Syne Baba bastion batteries beauty blood Bosphorus brave breath brow call'd Canto Catherine Christian Circassian colonnes Cossacques death Don Juan doubt dream Duc de Richelieu Dudù e'er earth empress eyes face fair fame favourite feelings gazed Giaours glory Gulbeyaz head heart heaven hero Hist houris human human clay Ibid Ismail Juan's Juanna kind kings knew lady least less look look'd Lord Byron maid mind moral Muse ne'er never Nouvelle Russie o'er once pass'd passion perhaps Petersburgh poem poet Prince Prince de Ligne rhyme Russian scarce seem'd Seraskier show'd sleep slight soul strange Suwarrow sweet tears things thou thought thousand toises Turcs Turks turn'd Twas unto Voltaire wish'd women words young youth
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Seite 6 - In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays; Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know, That life protracted is protracted woe. Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, And shuts up all the passages of joy: In vain their gifts the bounteous seasons pour, The fruit autumnal, and the vernal...
Seite 6 - Leaf,' and Imagination droops her pinion, And the sad truth which hovers o'er my desk Turns what was once romantic to burlesque. And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep...
Seite 16 - We are somewhat more than ourselves in our sleeps ; and the slumber of the body seems to be but the waking of the soul. It is the ligation of sense, but the liberty of reason ; and our waking conceptions do not match the fancies of our sleeps.
Seite 333 - A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusky, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts ; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy ; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown On a fool's head — and there is London Town ! LXXXIII.
Seite 124 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Seite 16 - I was born in the planetary hour of Saturn, and I think I have a piece of that leaden planet in me.
Seite 7 - Some have accused me of a strange design Against the creed and morals of the land, And trace it in this poem every line : I don't pretend that I quite understand My own meaning when I would be very fine...
Seite 21 - It has a strange quick jar upon the ear, That cocking of a pistol, when you know A moment more will bring the sight to bear Upon your person, twelve yards off, or so ; A gentlemanly distance, not too near, If you have got a former friend for foe { But after being fired at once or twice, . .. The ear becomes more Irish, and less nice.
Seite 7 - Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage. Far off from these a slow and silent stream, Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls Her watery labyrinth, whereof who drinks, Forthwith his former state and being forgets, Forgets both joy and grief, pleasure and pain.
Seite 179 - I do not know what I may appear to the world ; but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.