Don Juan: Cantos III, IV, and V.Thomas Davison, 1821 - 218 Seiten |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 15
Seite 48
... -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 Thermopyla ! What , silent still ? and silent all ? Ah 48 CANTO III . DON JUAN .
... -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 Thermopyla ! What , silent still ? and silent all ? Ah 48 CANTO III . DON JUAN .
Seite 59
... earth and sea , That heavenliest hour of Heaven is worthiest thee ! CII . 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 ...
... earth and sea , That heavenliest hour of Heaven is worthiest thee ! CII . 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 ...
Seite 60
... ; 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 . CV . Sweet hour of twilight ! -in the solitude 60 CANTO III . DON JUAN .
... ; 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 . CV . Sweet hour of twilight ! -in the solitude 60 CANTO III . DON JUAN .
Seite 63
... earth has Nero , Or any such like sovereign buffoons , To do with the transactions of my hero , More than such madmen's fellow man - the moon's ? Sure my invention must be down at zero , And I grown one of many " wooden spoons " Of ...
... earth has Nero , Or any such like sovereign buffoons , To do with the transactions of my hero , More than such madmen's fellow man - the moon's ? Sure my invention must be down at zero , And I grown one of many " wooden spoons " Of ...
Seite 77
... earth , and air , seem'd made for them : They found no fault with Time , save that he fled ; They saw not in themselves aught to condemn : Each was the other's mirror , and but read Joy sparkling in their dark eyes like a gem , And knew ...
... earth , and air , seem'd made for them : They found no fault with Time , save that he fled ; They saw not in themselves aught to condemn : Each was the other's mirror , and but read Joy sparkling in their dark eyes like a gem , And knew ...
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
aught Ave Maria Baba beauty blood Bosphorus breast bright brow CANTO chain'd cheek CIII Circassian clime dance dead death deep DON JUAN doubt e'er earth eunuch face fair fame father's feelings gazed giaour gild gold grave grew grow Gulleyaz gun barrel Haidée and Juan Haidée's hand head heard heart Heaven Hellespont hour human human clay isle Juan's kiss knew lady Lambro least link'd look'd looks lover LXXII maid marble mere christian muse ne'er never Note o'er once pair pale Parnassian passions pause Perhaps poet present Pyrrhic dance quoth renegado rhyme round Samian wine scarce seem'd seems sherbets shore show'd sigh sing sire slaves smile song sorrow stanza stood strange sung sweet tears There's things third sex thou thought tomb true turn'd twas twere waves Whate'er wish word young Φερεις
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 47 - The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse: Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires
Seite 218 - 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 62 - 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 49 - Tis but the living who are dumb. In vain — in vain: strike other chords; Fill high the cup with Samian wine! Leave battles to the Turkish hordes, And shed the blood of Scio's vine! Hark! rising to the ignoble call — How answers each bold Bacchanal I You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet; Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one...
Seite 52 - 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 46 - 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 ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Seite 74 - ... 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; But the fact is that I have nothing plann'd, Unless it were to be a moment merry, A novel word in my vocabulary.
Seite 73 - 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...
Seite 60 - 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 61 - Sweet hour of twilight ! — in the solitude Of the pine forest, and the silent shore Which bounds Ravenna's immemorial wood...