The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals and His Life, Հատոր 16John Murray, 1847 |
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... child from the knee And breast maternal wean'd at once for ever , Would wither less than these two torn apart ; ( ' ) Alas ! there is no instinct like the heart— XI . The heart — which may be broken : happy they ! Thrice fortunate ! who ...
... child from the knee And breast maternal wean'd at once for ever , Would wither less than these two torn apart ; ( ' ) Alas ! there is no instinct like the heart— XI . The heart — which may be broken : happy they ! Thrice fortunate ! who ...
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... children still , And children still they should have ever been ; They were not made in the real world to fill A busy character in the dull scene , But like two beings born from out a rill , A nymph and her beloved , all unseen To pass ...
... children still , And children still they should have ever been ; They were not made in the real world to fill A busy character in the dull scene , But like two beings born from out a rill , A nymph and her beloved , all unseen To pass ...
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... child , lover , brother , All that the best can mingle and express ( 1 ) [ " The effect of all wines and spirits upon me is strange . It settles , but it makes me gloomy - gloomy at the very moment of their effect , and not gay hardly ...
... child , lover , brother , All that the best can mingle and express ( 1 ) [ " The effect of all wines and spirits upon me is strange . It settles , but it makes me gloomy - gloomy at the very moment of their effect , and not gay hardly ...
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... Child ” ( 1812 ) , occurs this beautiful image : - " All her innocent thoughts , Like rose - leaves scatter'd . " - E ] ( 2 ) [ " We are somewhat more than ourselves in our sleeps , and the slumber of the body seems to be but the waking ...
... Child ” ( 1812 ) , occurs this beautiful image : - " All her innocent thoughts , Like rose - leaves scatter'd . " - E ] ( 2 ) [ " We are somewhat more than ourselves in our sleeps , and the slumber of the body seems to be but the waking ...
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... children make : And first around the tender boys they wind , : . ( 3 ) Then with their sharpen'd fangs their limbs and bodies grind . The wretched father , running to their aid With pious haste , but vain , they next invade : Twice ...
... children make : And first around the tender boys they wind , : . ( 3 ) Then with their sharpen'd fangs their limbs and bodies grind . The wretched father , running to their aid With pious haste , but vain , they next invade : Twice ...
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Էջ 45 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
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 135 - 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 122 - 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 16 - I am no way facetious, nor disposed for the mirth and galliardize of company; yet in one dream I can compose a whole comedy, behold the action, apprehend the jests, and laugh myself awake at the conceits thereof. Were my memory as faithful as my reason is then fruitful, I would never study but in my dreams; and this time also would I choose for my devotions...
Էջ 177 - I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
Էջ 6 - In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays; Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know, That life protracted is protracted woe. Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, And shuts up all the passages of joy: In vain their gifts the bounteous seasons pour, The fruit autumnal, and the vernal...
Էջ 225 - Why, so can I ; or so can any man : But will they come, when you do call for them ? Glend.
Էջ 21 - It has a strange quick jar upon the ear, That cocking of a pistol, when you know A moment more will bring the sight to bear Upon your person, twelve yards off, or so ; A gentlemanly distance, not too near, If you have got a former friend for foe ; But after being fired at once or twice, The ear becomes more Irish, and less nice.