Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Հատոր 16John Murray, 1833 |
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... gives them pleasure , be it so ; This is a liberal age , and thoughts are free : Meantime Apollo plucks me by the ear , And tells me to resume my story here . ( 2 ) VIII . Young Juan and his lady - love were left To their own hearts ...
... gives them pleasure , be it so ; This is a liberal age , and thoughts are free : Meantime Apollo plucks me by the ear , And tells me to resume my story here . ( 2 ) VIII . Young Juan and his lady - love were left To their own hearts ...
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... give a casting voice , For both sides I could many reasons show , And then decide , without great wrong to either , It were much better to have both than neither . XXVI . Juan and Haidée gazed upon each other With swimming looks of ...
... give a casting voice , For both sides I could many reasons show , And then decide , without great wrong to either , It were much better to have both than neither . XXVI . Juan and Haidée gazed upon each other With swimming looks of ...
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... give the story in his own elegant words : - ' I was once in agonies of grief that are unutterable , and in so great a distraction of mind , that I thought myself even out of the possibility of receiving com- fort . The occasion was as ...
... give the story in his own elegant words : - ' I was once in agonies of grief that are unutterable , and in so great a distraction of mind , that I thought myself even out of the possibility of receiving com- fort . The occasion was as ...
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... give way , subdued because surrounded ; Her mother was a Moorish maid , from Fez , Where all is Eden , or a wilderness . ( 1 ) [ MS . " But thou , sweet fury of the fiery rill ! Makest on the liver a still worse attack ; Besides , thy ...
... give way , subdued because surrounded ; Her mother was a Moorish maid , from Fez , Where all is Eden , or a wilderness . ( 1 ) [ MS . " But thou , sweet fury of the fiery rill ! Makest on the liver a still worse attack ; Besides , thy ...
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... give her Senses to sleep - the power seem'd gone for ever . LXIX . Twelve days and nights she wither'd thus ; at last , Without a groan , or sigh , or glance , to show A parting pang , the spirit from her past : And they who watch'd her ...
... give her Senses to sleep - the power seem'd gone for ever . LXIX . Twelve days and nights she wither'd thus ; at last , Without a groan , or sigh , or glance , to show A parting pang , the spirit from her past : And they who watch'd her ...
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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.