The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals and His Life, Հատոր 16 |
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... all unseen To pass their lives in fountains and on flowers , And never know the weight of human hours . XVI . Moons changing had rollid on , and changeless found Those their bright rise had lighted to such joys As rarely they beheld ...
... all unseen To pass their lives in fountains and on flowers , And never know the weight of human hours . XVI . Moons changing had rollid on , and changeless found Those their bright rise had lighted to such joys As rarely they beheld ...
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That isle is now all desolate and bare , Its dwellings down , its tenants pass'd away ; None but her own and father's grave is there , And nothing outward tells of human clay ; Ye could not know where lies a thing so fair , No stone is ...
That isle is now all desolate and bare , Its dwellings down , its tenants pass'd away ; None but her own and father's grave is there , And nothing outward tells of human clay ; Ye could not know where lies a thing so fair , No stone is ...
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Because the publisher declares , in sooth , Through needles ' eyes it easier for the camel is To pass , than those two cantos into families . XCVIII . " Tis all the same to me ; I'm fond of yielding , And therefore leave them to the ...
Because the publisher declares , in sooth , Through needles ' eyes it easier for the camel is To pass , than those two cantos into families . XCVIII . " Tis all the same to me ; I'm fond of yielding , And therefore leave them to the ...
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I pass each day where Dante's bones. subjects for the bard to describe , derived , in after - days , their name and designation from his description . ” — Bishop Heber . ] ( 1 ) [ “ Look back who list unto the former ages , And call to ...
I pass each day where Dante's bones. subjects for the bard to describe , derived , in after - days , their name and designation from his description . ” — Bishop Heber . ] ( 1 ) [ “ Look back who list unto the former ages , And call to ...
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I pass each day where Dante's bones are laid : A little cupola , more neat than solemn , Protects his dust , but reverence here is paid ( 1 ) To the bard's tomb , ( ? ) and not the warrior's column : The time must come , when both alike ...
I pass each day where Dante's bones are laid : A little cupola , more neat than solemn , Protects his dust , but reverence here is paid ( 1 ) To the bard's tomb , ( ? ) and not the warrior's column : The time must come , when both alike ...
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The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1835 |
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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.