The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals and His Life, Հատոր 16John Murray, 1847 |
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... land . ( 3 ) And trace it in this poem every line : I don't pretend that I quite understand My own meaning when I would be very fine ; But the fact is that I have nothing plann'd , Unless it were to be a moment merry , A novel word in ...
... land . ( 3 ) And trace it in this poem every line : I don't pretend that I quite understand My own meaning when I would be very fine ; But the fact is that I have nothing plann'd , Unless it were to be a moment merry , A novel word in ...
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... land runs o'er ; ( ' ) But there , too , many a poison - tree has root , And midnight listens to the lion's roar , And long , long deserts scorch the camel's foot , Or heaving whelm the helpless caravan ; And as the soil is , so the ...
... land runs o'er ; ( ' ) But there , too , many a poison - tree has root , And midnight listens to the lion's roar , And long , long deserts scorch the camel's foot , Or heaving whelm the helpless caravan ; And as the soil is , so the ...
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... land . The eunuch made a sign to those on board , Who row'd off , leaving them without a word . XLII . As they were plodding on their winding way Through orange bowers , and jasmine , and so forth : ( Of which I might have a good deal ...
... land . The eunuch made a sign to those on board , Who row'd off , leaving them without a word . XLII . As they were plodding on their winding way Through orange bowers , and jasmine , and so forth : ( Of which I might have a good deal ...
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... lands were once the font : Each villa on the Bosphorus looks a screen New painted , or a pretty opera - scene . ( 1 ) St. Bartholomew is said to have been flayed alive . ( 2 ) [ MS . " I am for rather looking now than leaping ...
... lands were once the font : Each villa on the Bosphorus looks a screen New painted , or a pretty opera - scene . ( 1 ) St. Bartholomew is said to have been flayed alive . ( 2 ) [ MS . " I am for rather looking now than leaping ...
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... land , And trace it in this poem every line , " it will be found as bad as ever . He shows his knowledge of the world too openly ; and it is no extenuation of this freedom that he does it play- fully . Only infants can be shown naked in ...
... land , And trace it in this poem every line , " it will be found as bad as ever . He shows his knowledge of the world too openly ; and it is no extenuation of this freedom that he does it play- fully . Only infants can be shown naked in ...
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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.