The Works of George Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Հատոր 16 |
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... wishes in our red veins revel , We know not this - the blood flows on too fast ; But as the torrent widens towards the ocean , We ponder deeply on each past emotion . ( 1 ) III . As boy , I thought myself a clever fellow , And wish'd ...
... wishes in our red veins revel , We know not this - the blood flows on too fast ; But as the torrent widens towards the ocean , We ponder deeply on each past emotion . ( 1 ) III . As boy , I thought myself a clever fellow , And wish'd ...
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... wish to behold will sleep : Thetis baptized her mortal son in Styx ; ( 1 ) A mortal mother would on Lethe fix . ( 2 ) V. Some have accused me of a strange design Against the creed and morals of the land , ( 3 ) And trace it in this poem ...
... wish to behold will sleep : Thetis baptized her mortal son in Styx ; ( 1 ) A mortal mother would on Lethe fix . ( 2 ) V. Some have accused me of a strange design Against the creed and morals of the land , ( 3 ) And trace it in this poem ...
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... wish'd to see ; But if it gives them pleasure , be it so ; This is a liberal age , and thoughts are free : Meantime Apollo plucks me by the ear , And tells me to resume my story here . ( 2 ) ` VIII . Young Juan and his lady - love were ...
... wish'd to see ; But if it gives them pleasure , be it so ; This is a liberal age , and thoughts are free : Meantime Apollo plucks me by the ear , And tells me to resume my story here . ( 2 ) ` VIII . Young Juan and his lady - love were ...
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... wish and power to bless . ( 1 ) XXVII . Mix'd in each other's arms , and heart in heart , Why did they not then die ? —they had lived too long Should an hour come to bid them breathe apart ; Years could but bring them cruel things or ...
... wish and power to bless . ( 1 ) XXVII . Mix'd in each other's arms , and heart in heart , Why did they not then die ? —they had lived too long Should an hour come to bid them breathe apart ; Years could but bring them cruel things or ...
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... wish the dead would rest , however . Ugh ! how my blood chilled- and I could not wake- and -and - heigho ! - ' Shadows to night Have struck more terror in the soul of Richard , Than could the substance of ten thousand , Arm'd all in ...
... wish the dead would rest , however . Ugh ! how my blood chilled- and I could not wake- and -and - heigho ! - ' Shadows to night Have struck more terror in the soul of Richard , Than could the substance of ten thousand , Arm'd all in ...
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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 333 - A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusky, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown On a fool's head- and there is London Town!
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 6 - Leaf,' and Imagination droops her pinion, And the sad truth which hovers o'er my desk Turns what was once romantic to burlesque. And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep...
Էջ 34 - Thus lived — thus died she ; never more on her Shall sorrow light, or shame. She was not made Through years or moons the inner weight to bear, Which colder hearts endure till they are laid By age in earth : her days and pleasures were Brief, but delightful — such as had not staid Long with her destiny ; but she sleeps well By the sea-shore, whereon she loved to dwell.
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 179 - 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 331 - On ! on ! through meadows, managed like a garden, A paradise of hops and high production ; For, after years of travel by a bard in Countries of greater heat, but lesser suction, A green field is a sight which makes him pardon The absence of that more sublime construction, Which mixes up vines — olives — precipices — Glaciers — volcanoes — oranges and ices.
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 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...