The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Հատոր 16J. Murray, 1833 |
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... child from the knee - - And breast maternal wean'd at once for ever , Would wither less than these two torn apart ; ( 1 ) Alas ! there is no instinct like the heart- • · XI . The heart — which may be broken : happy they ! Thrice ...
... child from the knee - - And breast maternal wean'd at once for ever , Would wither less than these two torn apart ; ( 1 ) Alas ! there is no instinct like the heart- • · XI . The heart — which may be broken : happy they ! Thrice ...
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... children still , And children still they should have ever been ; They were not made in the real world to fill A busy character in the dull scene , But like two beings born from out a rill , Το A nymph and her beloved , all unseen pass ...
... children still , And children still they should have ever been ; They were not made in the real world to fill A busy character in the dull scene , But like two beings born from out a rill , Το A nymph and her beloved , all unseen pass ...
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... child , lover , brother , All that the best can mingle and express ( 1 ) [ " The effect of all wines and spirits upon me is strange . It settles , but it makes me gloomy - gloomy at the very moment of their effect , and not gay hardly ...
... child , lover , brother , All that the best can mingle and express ( 1 ) [ " The effect of all wines and spirits upon me is strange . It settles , but it makes me gloomy - gloomy at the very moment of their effect , and not gay hardly ...
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... Child " ( 1812 ) , occurs this beautiful image : - " All her innocent thoughts , Like rose - leaves scatter'd . " - E ] ( 2 ) [ " We are somewhat more than ourselves in our sleeps , and the slumber of the body seems to be but the waking ...
... Child " ( 1812 ) , occurs this beautiful image : - " All her innocent thoughts , Like rose - leaves scatter'd . " - E ] ( 2 ) [ " We are somewhat more than ourselves in our sleeps , and the slumber of the body seems to be but the waking ...
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... children make : And first around the tender boys they wind , Then with their sharpen'd fangs their limbs and bodies grind . The wretched father , running to their aid With pious haste , but vain , they next invade : Twice round his ...
... children make : And first around the tender boys they wind , Then with their sharpen'd fangs their limbs and bodies grind . The wretched father , running to their aid With pious haste , but vain , they next invade : Twice round his ...
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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.