Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Band 15John Murray, 1833 |
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... tear their CLIII . eyes out . " " There is the closet , there the toilet , there The antechamber - search them under , over ; There is the sofa , there the great arm - chair , The chimney - which would really hold a lover . ( 1 ) I wish ...
... tear their CLIII . eyes out . " " There is the closet , there the toilet , there The antechamber - search them under , over ; There is the sofa , there the great arm - chair , The chimney - which would really hold a lover . ( 1 ) I wish ...
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... tears , They are unworthy of my father's daughter ; My mother dream'd not in my natal hour That I should fall into a monster's power . 66 CLVI . Perhaps ' t is of Antonia you are jealous , You saw that she was sleeping by my side When ...
... tears , They are unworthy of my father's daughter ; My mother dream'd not in my natal hour That I should fall into a monster's power . 66 CLVI . Perhaps ' t is of Antonia you are jealous , You saw that she was sleeping by my side When ...
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... tears , Like skies that rain and lighten ; as a veil , Waved and o'ershading her wan cheek , appears Her streaming hair ; the black curls strive , but fail , To hide the glossy shoulder , which uprears Its snow through all ; - her soft ...
... tears , Like skies that rain and lighten ; as a veil , Waved and o'ershading her wan cheek , appears Her streaming hair ; the black curls strive , but fail , To hide the glossy shoulder , which uprears Its snow through all ; - her soft ...
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... tears , and sobs , And indications of hysterics , whose Prologue is always certain throes , and throbs , Gasps , and whatever else the owners choose : Alfonso saw his wife , and thought of Job's ; He saw too , in perspective , her ...
... tears , and sobs , And indications of hysterics , whose Prologue is always certain throes , and throbs , Gasps , and whatever else the owners choose : Alfonso saw his wife , and thought of Job's ; He saw too , in perspective , her ...
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... tear or two , and then we make it up ; And then - and then - and then - sit down and sup . CLXXX . Alfonso closed his speech , and begg'd her pardon , Which Julia half withheld , and then half granted , And laid conditions , he thought ...
... tear or two , and then we make it up ; And then - and then - and then - sit down and sup . CLXXX . Alfonso closed his speech , and begg'd her pardon , Which Julia half withheld , and then half granted , And laid conditions , he thought ...
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Æneid Alfonso antè appears beautiful blood Boabdil boat Canto character Childe Harold Coleridge death devil Don Giovanni Don Juan doubt e'er Edinburgh Review English English poetry epic eyes fair fame father favour feel friends genius Giaour Grandmother's Review Haidée heart heaven honour hope hour human Juan's Julia knew lady less letter libertine living look'd Lord Byron mind Moore moral mother muse ne'er never noble o'er pantisocracy pass'd passion perhaps person Peter Bell poem poet poetical poetry Pope praise present reader rhyme ribaldry Samian wine scarce seem'd ship soul Southey spirit stanzas style sublime sure sweet tears There's thing thou thought turn'd Twas verse virtue Wat Tyler wave wife William Wordsworth wine wish words Wordsworth write written Yarrow young
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Seite 225 - And first one universal shriek there rush'd, Louder than the loud ocean, like a crash Of echoing thunder; and then all was hush'd, Save the wild wind and the remorseless dash Of billows; but at intervals there gush'd, Accompanied with a convulsive splash, A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony.
Seite 90 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Seite 321 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; - all were his! He counted them at break of day And when the sun set where were they?
Seite 325 - 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 320 - 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 90 - Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies. His wit all seesaw, between that and this, Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, And he himself one vile antithesis.
Seite 324 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks They have a king who buys and sells; In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells: But Turkish force, and Latin fraud, Would break your shield, however broad.
Seite 324 - Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine— Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!
Seite 93 - And compass vile; so that ye taught a school Of dolts to smooth, inlay, and clip, and fit, Till, like the certain wands of Jacob's wit, Their verses tallied. Easy was the task: A thousand handicraftsmen wore the mask Of Poesy.
Seite 12 - No more — no more — Oh ! never more on me The freshness of the heart can fall like dew, Which out of all the lovely things we see Extracts emotions beautiful and new, Hived in our bosoms like the bag o' the bee : Think'st thou the honey with those objects grew ? • Alas!