Don Juan. Cantos i. to v. [by lord Byron].Griffin, 1823 |
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... past all kind of doubt . XXVII . For Inez called some druggists and physicians , And tried to prove her loving lord was mad , But as he had some lucid intermissions , She next decided he was only bad ; Yet when they asked her for her ...
... past all kind of doubt . XXVII . For Inez called some druggists and physicians , And tried to prove her loving lord was mad , But as he had some lucid intermissions , She next decided he was only bad ; Yet when they asked her for her ...
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... past six - perhaps still nearer seven , When Julia sat within as pretty a bower As e'er held houri in that heathenish heaven Described by Mahomet , and Anacreon Moore , To whom the lyre and laurels have been given , With all the ...
... past six - perhaps still nearer seven , When Julia sat within as pretty a bower As e'er held houri in that heathenish heaven Described by Mahomet , and Anacreon Moore , To whom the lyre and laurels have been given , With all the ...
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... past , " a chymic treasure Is glittering youth , which I have spent betimes- My heart in passion , and my head on rhymes . CCXVIII . What is the end of fame ? ' tis but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper ; ' Some liken it to ...
... past , " a chymic treasure Is glittering youth , which I have spent betimes- My heart in passion , and my head on rhymes . CCXVIII . What is the end of fame ? ' tis but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper ; ' Some liken it to ...
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... past ) To quit his academic occupation , In cloisters of the classic Salamanca , To follow Juan's wake like Sancho Panza . XXXVIII : But now there came a flash of hope once more ; Day broke , and the wind lulled ; the masts were gone ...
... past ) To quit his academic occupation , In cloisters of the classic Salamanca , To follow Juan's wake like Sancho Panza . XXXVIII : But now there came a flash of hope once more ; Day broke , and the wind lulled ; the masts were gone ...
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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...