The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life |
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( 1 ) [ See antè , Vol . XI . p . 187. ] ( 2 ) [ “ Cum canerem reges et prælia , Cynthius aurem Vellit , et admonuit . " - Virg . Ecl . vi . ] IX . Their faces were not made for wrinkles , 8 CANTO IV . DON JUAN .
( 1 ) [ See antè , Vol . XI . p . 187. ] ( 2 ) [ “ Cum canerem reges et prælia , Cynthius aurem Vellit , et admonuit . " - Virg . Ecl . vi . ] IX . Their faces were not made for wrinkles , 8 CANTO IV . DON JUAN .
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Their faces were not made for wrinkles , their Pure blood to stagnate , their great hearts to fail ; The blank grey was not made to blast their hair , But like the climes that know nor snow nor hail They were all summer : lightning ...
Their faces were not made for wrinkles , their Pure blood to stagnate , their great hearts to fail ; The blank grey was not made to blast their hair , But like the climes that know nor snow nor hail They were all summer : lightning ...
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... and anon a something shook Juan , and shuddering o'er his frame would creep ; And Haidée's sweet lips murmur'd like a brook A wordless music , and her face so fair Stirr'd with her dream , as rose - leaves with the air ; ( ' ) XXX .
... and anon a something shook Juan , and shuddering o'er his frame would creep ; And Haidée's sweet lips murmur'd like a brook A wordless music , and her face so fair Stirr'd with her dream , as rose - leaves with the air ; ( ' ) XXX .
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And gazing on the dead , she thought his face Faded , or alter'd into something new Like to her father's features , till each trace More like and like to Lambro's aspect grew With all his keen worn look and Grecian grace ; And starting ...
And gazing on the dead , she thought his face Faded , or alter'd into something new Like to her father's features , till each trace More like and like to Lambro's aspect grew With all his keen worn look and Grecian grace ; And starting ...
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... statue - like , and stern , she woo'd the blow ; And tall beyond her sex , and their compeers , She drew up to her height , as if to show A fairer mark ; and with a fix'd eye scann'd Her father's face — but never stopp'd his hand .
... statue - like , and stern , she woo'd the blow ; And tall beyond her sex , and their compeers , She drew up to her height , as if to show A fairer mark ; and with a fix'd eye scann'd Her father's face — but never stopp'd his hand .
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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.