Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Հատոր 16 |
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Ah , but ' ( said she ) • I would rather have the fame of Childe Harold for three
years than an IMMORTALITY of Don Juan ! ' The truth is , that it is toO TRUE , and
the women hate many things which strip off the tinsel of sentiment ; and they are ...
Ah , but ' ( said she ) • I would rather have the fame of Childe Harold for three
years than an IMMORTALITY of Don Juan ! ' The truth is , that it is toO TRUE , and
the women hate many things which strip off the tinsel of sentiment ; and they are ...
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O'er the Laocoon's all eternal throes , ( TM ) And ever - dying Gladiator's air , ( 2 )
Their energy like life forms all their fame , Yet looks not life , for they are still the
same . ( 3 ) ( 1 ) [ - “ illi agmine certo , Laocoönta petunt ; et primum parva duorum
...
O'er the Laocoon's all eternal throes , ( TM ) And ever - dying Gladiator's air , ( 2 )
Their energy like life forms all their fame , Yet looks not life , for they are still the
same . ( 3 ) ( 1 ) [ - “ illi agmine certo , Laocoönta petunt ; et primum parva duorum
...
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As boys love rows , my boyhood liked a squabble ; But at this hour I wish to part
in peace , Leaving such to the literary rabble , * Whether my verse's fame be
doom'd to cease , While the right hand which wrote it still is able , Or of some ...
As boys love rows , my boyhood liked a squabble ; But at this hour I wish to part
in peace , Leaving such to the literary rabble , * Whether my verse's fame be
doom'd to cease , While the right hand which wrote it still is able , Or of some ...
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I canter by the spot each afternoon Where perish'd in his fame the hero - boy ,
Who lived too long for men , but died too soon For human vanity , the young De
Foix ! A broken pillar , not uncouthly hewn , But which neglect is hastening to
destroy ...
I canter by the spot each afternoon Where perish'd in his fame the hero - boy ,
Who lived too long for men , but died too soon For human vanity , the young De
Foix ! A broken pillar , not uncouthly hewn , But which neglect is hastening to
destroy ...
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Yet there will still be bards : though fame is smoke , Its fumes are frankincense to
human thought ; And the unquiet feelings , which first woke Song in the world will
seek what then they sought ; ( ' ) As on the beach the waves at last are broke ...
Yet there will still be bards : though fame is smoke , Its fumes are frankincense to
human thought ; And the unquiet feelings , which first woke Song in the world will
seek what then they sought ; ( ' ) As on the beach the waves at last are broke ...
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The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life George Gordon Byron Baron Byron,Thomas Moore Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1835 |
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Էջ 137 - Not where he eats, but where he is eaten : a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet : we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots...
Էջ 6 - And if I laugh at any mortal thing, Tis that I may not weep...
Էջ 16 - We are somewhat more than ourselves in our sleeps ; and the slumber of the body seems to be but the waking of the soul. It is the ligation of sense, but the liberty of reason ; and our waking conceptions do not match the fancies of our sleeps.
Էջ 124 - 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.
Էջ 69 - Seen him I have, but in his happier hour Of social pleasure, ill exchanged for power ; Seen him, uneumber'd with the venal tribe, Smile without art, and win without a bribe.
Էջ 227 - Why, so can I ; or so can any man : But will they come, when you do call for them ? Glend.
Էջ 135 - We left our hero and third heroine in A kind of state more awkward than uncommon, For gentlemen must sometimes risk their skin For that sad tempter, a forbidden woman : Sultans too much abhor this sort of sin, And don't agree at all with the wise Roman, Heroic, stoic Cato, the sententious, Who lent his lady to his friend Hortensius.
Էջ 136 - That never set a squadron in the field, Nor the division of a battle knows More than a spinster...
Էջ 309 - Auld Lang Syne" brings Scotland, one and all, Scotch plaids, Scotch snoods, the blue hills, and clear streams, The Dee, the Don, Balgounie's brig's black wall, All my boy feelings, all my gentler dreams Of what I then dreamt, clothed in their own pall, Like Banquo's offspring: — floating past me seems My childhood, in this childishness of mine: I care not — 'tis a glimpse of "Auld Lang Syne.
Էջ 7 - Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage. Far off from these a slow and silent stream, Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls Her watery labyrinth, whereof who drinks, Forthwith his former state and being forgets, Forgets both joy and grief, pleasure and pain.