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... hours away Dissatisfied , nor knowing what he wanted ; Nor glowing reverie , nor poet's lay , Could yield his spirit that for which it panted , A bosom whereon he his head might lay , And hear the heart beat with the love it granted ...
... hours away Dissatisfied , nor knowing what he wanted ; Nor glowing reverie , nor poet's lay , Could yield his spirit that for which it panted , A bosom whereon he his head might lay , And hear the heart beat with the love it granted ...
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... hour Of half - past six - perhaps still nearer seven , When Julia sate 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 ...
... hour Of half - past six - perhaps still nearer seven , When Julia sate 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 ...
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... no the twenty - first of June , Sees half the business in a wicked way On which three single hours of moonshine smile- And then she looks so modest all the while . CXIV . There is a dangerous silence in that hour Canto 1 . 63 DON JUAN .
... no the twenty - first of June , Sees half the business in a wicked way On which three single hours of moonshine smile- And then she looks so modest all the while . CXIV . There is a dangerous silence in that hour Canto 1 . 63 DON JUAN .
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... hour , A stillness , which leaves room for the full soul all itself , without the power To open Of calling wholly back its self - control ; The silver light which , hallowing tree and tower , Sheds beauty and deep softness o'er the ...
... hour , A stillness , which leaves room for the full soul all itself , without the power To open Of calling wholly back its self - control ; The silver light which , hallowing tree and tower , Sheds beauty and deep softness o'er the ...
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... gently laid , Until the hours of absence should run through , And truant husband should return , and say , ,, My dear , I was the first who came away . " CXLII . Now Julia found at length a voice , Canto 1 . 12 DON JUAN , 77.
... gently laid , Until the hours of absence should run through , And truant husband should return , and say , ,, My dear , I was the first who came away . " CXLII . Now Julia found at length a voice , Canto 1 . 12 DON JUAN , 77.
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Algiers Antonia appear'd Baba beautiful blood boat Bosphorus breath Cadiz call'd CANTO charming 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 Haidee Haidée's hair half hand heart heaven Hellespont hope hour human clay Juan's Julia kiss knew lady least leave lips look look'd lover maid mistress moral mother Muse ne'er never night Noah's ark o'er ocean pair pale Parnassian pass'd passion Pedrillo perhaps poets pray renegado rhymes round Samian wine Sappho scarce seem'd sherbet shore sigh sing sire slaves sleep smile song soul Spain stanza stood strange tears tell There's things third sex thou thought Tis sweet true turn'd Twas twere wave whate'er wife wind wine words youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 50 - 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 56 - 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 104 - 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 52 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Seite 54 - 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? You have the letters Cadmus gave, — Think ye he meant them for a slave?
Seite 53 - 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 ! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah ! no : the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise, — we come, we come ! " 'Tis but the living who are dumb.
Seite 66 - 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 212 - Man, being reasonable, must get drunk ; The best of life is but intoxication : Glory, the grape, love, gold, in these are sunk The hopes of all men, and of every nation ; Without their sap, how branchless were the trunk Of life's strange tree, so fruitful on occasion : But to return, — Get very drunk ; and when You wake with headache, you shall see what then.
Seite 7 - 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 149 - Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell — Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave, Then some leap'd overboard with dreadful yell, As eager to anticipate their grave; And the sea yawn'd around her like a hell, And down she suck'd with her the whirling wave, Like one who grapples with his enemy, And strives to strangle him before he die.