Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Հատոր 16 |
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... that it is toO TRUE , and the women hate many things which strip off the tinsel
of sentiment ; and they are right , as it would rob them of their weapons . I never
knew a woman who did not hate De Grammont's Memoirs for the same reason .
... that it is toO TRUE , and the women hate many things which strip off the tinsel
of sentiment ; and they are right , as it would rob them of their weapons . I never
knew a woman who did not hate De Grammont's Memoirs for the same reason .
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... And knew such brightness was but the reflection Of their exchanging glances
of affection . XIV . The gentle pressure , and the thrilling touch , The least glance
better understood than words , : Which still said all , and ne'er could say too much
...
... And knew such brightness was but the reflection Of their exchanging glances
of affection . XIV . The gentle pressure , and the thrilling touch , The least glance
better understood than words , : Which still said all , and ne'er could say too much
...
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She dream'd of being alone on the sea - shore , ( 2 ) Chain'd to a rock ; she knew
not how , but stir She could not from the spot , and the loud roar Grew , and each
wave rose roughly , threatening her ; ( 1 ) [ MS . — “ Strange state of being !
She dream'd of being alone on the sea - shore , ( 2 ) Chain'd to a rock ; she knew
not how , but stir She could not from the spot , and the loud roar Grew , and each
wave rose roughly , threatening her ; ( 1 ) [ MS . — “ Strange state of being !
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I have pledged my I love him - I will die with him : I knew [ faith ; Your nature's
firmness — know your daughter's too . " XLIII . A minute past , and she had been
all tears , ( 1 ) And tenderness , and infancy ; but now She stood as one who ...
I have pledged my I love him - I will die with him : I knew [ faith ; Your nature's
firmness — know your daughter's too . " XLIII . A minute past , and she had been
all tears , ( 1 ) And tenderness , and infancy ; but now She stood as one who ...
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... of Lambro ; for , when his lordship was introduced , with his friend Hobhouse ,
to that agreeable - mannered tyrant , the vizier said that he knew he was the
Megalos Anthropos ( i.e. the Great Man ) , by the smallness of his ears and hands
.
... of Lambro ; for , when his lordship was introduced , with his friend Hobhouse ,
to that agreeable - mannered tyrant , the vizier said that he knew he was the
Megalos Anthropos ( i.e. the Great Man ) , by the smallness of his ears and hands
.
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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.