Don Juan. Cantos i. to v. [by lord Byron].Griffin, 1823 |
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... grew apace , And seem'd at least in the right road to heaven , For half his days were pass'd at church , the other Between his tutors , confessor , and mother . L. At six , I said , he was a charming child , At twelve , he was a fine ...
... grew apace , And seem'd at least in the right road to heaven , For half his days were pass'd at church , the other Between his tutors , confessor , and mother . L. At six , I said , he was a charming child , At twelve , he was a fine ...
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... grew distant , the youth shy , Their looks cast down , their greetings almost dumb , And much embarrassment in either eye : There surely will be little doubt with some That Donna Julia knew the reason why , But as for Juan , he had no ...
... grew distant , the youth shy , Their looks cast down , their greetings almost dumb , And much embarrassment in either eye : There surely will be little doubt with some That Donna Julia knew the reason why , But as for Juan , he had no ...
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... grew ; There poets find materials for their books , And every now and then we read them through , So that their plan and prosody are eligible , Unless , like Wordsworth , they prove unintelligible . XCI . He , Juan , ( and not ...
... grew ; There poets find materials for their books , And every now and then we read them through , So that their plan and prosody are eligible , Unless , like Wordsworth , they prove unintelligible . XCI . He , Juan , ( and not ...
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... grew dull in motion , And that the medicine answer'd very well ; Perhaps , ' twas in a different way applied , For David lived , but Juan nearly died . CLXIX . What's to be done ? -Alfonso will be back The moment he has sent his fools ...
... grew dull in motion , And that the medicine answer'd very well ; Perhaps , ' twas in a different way applied , For David lived , but Juan nearly died . CLXIX . What's to be done ? -Alfonso will be back The moment he has sent his fools ...
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... grew ? Alas ! ' twas not in them , but in thy power To double e'en the sweetness of a flower . CCXV . No more - no more - Oh ! never more , my heart , Canst thou be my sole world , my universe ! Once all in all , but now a thing apart ...
... grew ? Alas ! ' twas not in them , but in thy power To double e'en the sweetness of a flower . CCXV . No more - no more - Oh ! never more , my heart , Canst thou be my sole world , my universe ! Once all in all , but now a thing apart ...
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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...