The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, Band 7 |
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... Gulbeyaz was extremely wrong ; I own it , I deplore it , I condemn it ; But I detest all fiction , even in song , And so must tell the truth , howe'er you blame it . Her reason being weak , her passion strong , [ claim it ) She thought ...
... Gulbeyaz was extremely wrong ; I own it , I deplore it , I condemn it ; But I detest all fiction , even in song , And so must tell the truth , howe'er you blame it . Her reason being weak , her passion strong , [ claim it ) She thought ...
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... Gulbeyaz was the fourth , and ( as I said ) The favourite ; but what's favour amongst four ? Polygamy may well be held in dread , Not only as a sin , but as a bore : Most wise men with one moderate woman wed , Will scarcely find ...
... Gulbeyaz was the fourth , and ( as I said ) The favourite ; but what's favour amongst four ? Polygamy may well be held in dread , Not only as a sin , but as a bore : Most wise men with one moderate woman wed , Will scarcely find ...
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... Gulbeyaz overdid her part , I know not - it succeeded , and success Is much in most things , not less in the heart Than other articles of female dress . Self - love in man too beats all female art ; They lie , we lie , all lie , but ...
... Gulbeyaz overdid her part , I know not - it succeeded , and success Is much in most things , not less in the heart Than other articles of female dress . Self - love in man too beats all female art ; They lie , we lie , all lie , but ...
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... clearing air . XXIV . Gulbeyaz and her lord were sleeping , or At least one of them - Oh the heavy night ! When wicked wives , who love some bachelor , CANTO VI . - B Lie down in dudgeon to sigh for the light Of Canto VI . 13 DON JUAN .
... clearing air . XXIV . Gulbeyaz and her lord were sleeping , or At least one of them - Oh the heavy night ! When wicked wives , who love some bachelor , CANTO VI . - B Lie down in dudgeon to sigh for the light Of Canto VI . 13 DON JUAN .
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... Gulbeyaz was an empress , but had been Perhaps as wretched if a peasant's quean . XXVI . Don Juan in his feminine disguise , With all the damsels in their long array , Had bowed themselves before the imperial eyes , And at the usual ...
... Gulbeyaz was an empress , but had been Perhaps as wretched if a peasant's quean . XXVI . Don Juan in his feminine disguise , With all the damsels in their long array , Had bowed themselves before the imperial eyes , And at the usual ...
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Alfonso appear'd Ave Maria Baba beautiful blood boat bosom Bosphorus breast brow Cadiz call'd CANTO charm chaste cheek CIII Circassians dead death deep devil Don Juan Donna Inez doubt dream Dudù e'er earth eunuch eyes face fair father's feelings fond gazed gentle grew Gulbeyaz Haidee Haidee's hair hand head heart heaven Hellespont hour human clay Juan's Juanna Julia Katinka kiss knew lady least leave lips look look'd lover maid marriage Moorish moral mother Muse ne'er never night Noah's ark o'er pair pale pass'd passion Pedrillo Perhaps poets renegado rhymes rill round Samian wine Sappho scarce seem'd sherbet shore sigh slaves sleep smile soft song soul Spain stood strange sweet tears There's things thou thought true turn'd Twas twere waves whate'er wife wind wine words young youth
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Seite 32 - 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 38 - Tis sweet to hear At midnight on the blue and moonlit 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 rainbow, based on ocean, span the sky.
Seite 8 - Oh ! she was perfect, past all parallel — Of any modern female saint's comparison ; So far above the cunning powers of hell, Her guardian angel had given up his garrison ; Even her minutest motions went as well As those of the best time-piece made by Harrison ; In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her, Save thine "incomparable oil...
Seite 26 - Soft hour ! which wakes the wish and melts the heart Of those who sail the seas, on the first day When they from their sweet friends are torn apart ; Or fills with love the pilgrim on his way, As the far bell of vesper makes him start, Seeming to weep the dying day's decay.
Seite 58 - 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 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: Of such as these I should not care to vaunt, I'll therefore take our ancient friend Don Juan — We all have seen him, in the Pantomime Sent to the devil, somewhat ere his time.
Seite 23 - Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower. Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer.
Seite 2 - Well — well, the world must turn upon its axis, And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails, And live and die, make love and pay our taxes, And as the veering wind shifts, shift our sails...
Seite 27 - A quiet conscience makes one so serene! Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded That all the Apostles would have done as they did.
Seite 35 - Her brow was white and low, her cheek's pure dye Like twilight rosy still with the set sun ; Short upper lip— sweet lips ! that make us sigh Ever to have seen such ; for she was one Fit for the model of a statuary, (A race of mere impostors, when all's done — I've seen much finer women, ripe and real, Than all the nonsense of their stone ideal).