Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Band 16John Murray, 1833 |
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... short , And master'd by her wisdom or her pride ; When Juan spoke , too — it might be in sport- Of this their mutual feeling , she replied- " If it should be so , -but - it cannot be- Or I at least shall not survive to see . " ( 1 ) ...
... short , And master'd by her wisdom or her pride ; When Juan spoke , too — it might be in sport- Of this their mutual feeling , she replied- " If it should be so , -but - it cannot be- Or I at least shall not survive to see . " ( 1 ) ...
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... short dream contain❜d a life too long . " ] ( 2 ) [ " I awoke from a dream well ! and have not others dreamed ? Such a dream ! -but she did not overtake me . I wish the dead would rest , however . Ugh ! how my blood chilled and I could ...
... short dream contain❜d a life too long . " ] ( 2 ) [ " I awoke from a dream well ! and have not others dreamed ? Such a dream ! -but she did not overtake me . I wish the dead would rest , however . Ugh ! how my blood chilled and I could ...
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... d forth from her o'erclouded brain , Like mountain mists at length dissolved in rain . ( 1 ) [ MS . " At last some one bethought them of a harp . " ] LXVII . Short solace , vain relief ! -thought came 32 CANTO IV . DON JUAN .
... d forth from her o'erclouded brain , Like mountain mists at length dissolved in rain . ( 1 ) [ MS . " At last some one bethought them of a harp . " ] LXVII . Short solace , vain relief ! -thought came 32 CANTO IV . DON JUAN .
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... Short solace , vain relief ! -thought came too quick , And whirl'd her brain to madness ; she arose As one who ne'er had dwelt among the sick , And flew at all she met , as on her foes ; But no one ever heard her speak or shriek ...
... Short solace , vain relief ! -thought came too quick , And whirl'd her brain to madness ; she arose As one who ne'er had dwelt among the sick , And flew at all she met , as on her foes ; But no one ever heard her speak or shriek ...
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... short , and by no means inviting , But with a moral to each error tack'd , Form'd rather for instructing than delighting , And with all passions in their turn attack'd ; Now , if my Pegasus should not be shod ill , This poem will become ...
... short , and by no means inviting , But with a moral to each error tack'd , Form'd rather for instructing than delighting , And with all passions in their turn attack'd ; Now , if my Pegasus should not be shod ill , This poem will become ...
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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 Cossacques death Don Juan doubt dream Duc de Richelieu Dudù e'er earth empress eyes face fair fame favourite feelings fell gazed Giaours glory Gulbeyaz 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 pause perhaps Petersburgh poem poet Prince Prince de Ligne rhyme Russian scarce seem'd Seraskier show'd sleep slight soul strange sublime 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 137 - Not where he eats, but where he is eaten : a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet : we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots...
Seite 6 - 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 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 69 - Seen him I have, but in his happier hour Of social pleasure, ill exchanged for power ; Seen him, uneumber'd with the venal tribe, Smile without art, and win without a bribe.
Seite 227 - Why, so can I ; or so can any man : But will they come, when you do call for them ? Glend.
Seite 135 - We left our hero and third heroine in A kind of state more awkward than uncommon, For gentlemen must sometimes risk their skin For that sad tempter, a forbidden woman : Sultans too much abhor this sort of sin, And don't agree at all with the wise Roman, Heroic, stoic Cato, the sententious, Who lent his lady to his friend Hortensius.
Seite 136 - That never set a squadron in the field, Nor the division of a battle knows More than a spinster...
Seite 309 - Auld Lang Syne" brings Scotland, one and all, Scotch plaids, Scotch snoods, the blue hills, and clear streams, The Dee, the Don, Balgounie's brig's black wall, All my boy feelings, all my gentler dreams Of what I then dreamt, clothed in their own pall, Like Banquo's offspring: — floating past me seems My childhood, in this childishness of mine: I care not — 'tis a glimpse of "Auld Lang Syne.
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.