The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Հատոր 16J. Murray, 1833 |
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... Juanna . ” — Well , a pretty name enough . Katinka ask'd her also whence she came― " From Spain . " . - " But where is Spain ? " — " Don't ask such stuff , Nor show your Georgian ignorance - for shame ! " Said Lolah , with an accent ...
... Juanna . ” — Well , a pretty name enough . Katinka ask'd her also whence she came― " From Spain . " . - " But where is Spain ? " — " Don't ask such stuff , Nor show your Georgian ignorance - for shame ! " Said Lolah , with an accent ...
Էջ 149
... Juanna , playing with her veil or hair ; And looking at her steadfastly , she sigh'd , As if she pitied her for being there , A pretty stranger without friend or guide , And all abash'd , too , at the general stare Which welcomes ...
... Juanna , playing with her veil or hair ; And looking at her steadfastly , she sigh'd , As if she pitied her for being there , A pretty stranger without friend or guide , And all abash'd , too , at the general stare Which welcomes ...
Էջ 150
... Juanna's dreams would be but few . XLIX . " You , Lolah , must continue still to lie Alone , for reasons which don't matter ; you The same , Katinka , until by and by ; And I shall place Juanna with Dudù , Who's quiet , inoffensive ...
... Juanna's dreams would be but few . XLIX . " You , Lolah , must continue still to lie Alone , for reasons which don't matter ; you The same , Katinka , until by and by ; And I shall place Juanna with Dudù , Who's quiet , inoffensive ...
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... Juanna , through and through This labyrinth of females , and each station . [ few : Described - what's strange - in words extremely I have but one simile , and that's a blunder , For wordless woman , which is silent thunder . LVIII ...
... Juanna , through and through This labyrinth of females , and each station . [ few : Described - what's strange - in words extremely I have but one simile , and that's a blunder , For wordless woman , which is silent thunder . LVIII ...
Էջ 154
... Juanna , whose excess Of modesty declined the assistance proffer'd : Which pass'd well off - as she could do no less ; Though by this politesse she rather suffer'd , Pricking her fingers with those cursed pins , Which surely were ...
... Juanna , whose excess Of modesty declined the assistance proffer'd : Which pass'd well off - as she could do no less ; Though by this politesse she rather suffer'd , Pricking her fingers with those cursed pins , Which surely were ...
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The Works of Lord Byron, Հատոր 16 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron,Thomas (Schriftsteller) Moore Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1833 |
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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 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 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 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 ! LXXXIII.
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 16 - I was born in the planetary hour of Saturn, and I think I have a piece of that leaden planet in me.
Էջ 7 - Some have accused me of a strange design Against the creed and morals of the land, 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...
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.
Էջ 7 - Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage. Far off from these a slow and silent stream, Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls Her watery labyrinth, whereof who drinks, Forthwith his former state and being forgets, Forgets both joy and grief, pleasure and pain.
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.