The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals and His Life, Հատոր 16 |
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“ I have finished the third Canto , but the things I have read and heard discourage all further publication - at least for the present . The cry is up , and cant is up . I should have no objection to return the price of the copyright .
“ I have finished the third Canto , but the things I have read and heard discourage all further publication - at least for the present . The cry is up , and cant is up . I should have no objection to return the price of the copyright .
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The fact is , however , that nothing has appeared , from the beginning , to be farther from the author's intention , than to render his Don Juan any thing like a regular narrative . On the contrary , its general appearance tends ...
The fact is , however , that nothing has appeared , from the beginning , to be farther from the author's intention , than to render his Don Juan any thing like a regular narrative . On the contrary , its general appearance tends ...
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And if I laugh at any mortal thing , ' Tis that I may not weep ; and if I weep , I ' Tis that our nature cannot ... The lapse of ages changes all things — time - language -- the earth - the bounds of the sea - the stars of the sky ...
And if I laugh at any mortal thing , ' Tis that I may not weep ; and if I weep , I ' Tis that our nature cannot ... The lapse of ages changes all things — time - language -- the earth - the bounds of the sea - the stars of the sky ...
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... all things charm'd that brought The past still welcome as the present thought . ( 1 ) [ The celebrated “ Confessions of an English Opium Eater , " by Mr. De Quincey , had been published shortly before this Canto was written .
... all things charm'd that brought The past still welcome as the present thought . ( 1 ) [ The celebrated “ Confessions of an English Opium Eater , " by Mr. De Quincey , had been published shortly before this Canto was written .
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they had lived too long Should an hour come to bid them breathe apart ; Years could but bring them cruel things or wrong ; The world was not for them , nor the world's art For beings passionate as Sappho's song ; Love was born with them ...
they had lived too long Should an hour come to bid them breathe apart ; Years could but bring them cruel things or wrong ; The world was not for them , nor the world's art For beings passionate as Sappho's song ; Love was born with them ...
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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.