The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, by Thomas Moore, Esq, Հատոր 16J. Murray, 1833 |
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... the infinity of wishes lead but to disappointment . " B. Diary , 1821. ] ( 2 ) [ " my May of life Is fall'n into the sere , the yellow leaf . " - Macbeth . ] Our hearts first in the depths of Lethe's spring , 6 CANTO IV . DON JUAN .
... the infinity of wishes lead but to disappointment . " B. Diary , 1821. ] ( 2 ) [ " my May of life Is fall'n into the sere , the yellow leaf . " - Macbeth . ] Our hearts first in the depths of Lethe's spring , 6 CANTO IV . DON JUAN .
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... hearts first in the depths of Lethe's spring , Ere what we least 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 ...
... hearts first in the depths of Lethe's spring , Ere what we least 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 ...
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... hearts ' most sweet society ; Even Time the pitiless in sorrow cleft With his rude scythe such gentle bosoms ; he Sigh'd to behold them of their hours bereft Though foe to love ; and yet they could not be Meant to grow old , but die in ...
... hearts ' most sweet society ; Even Time the pitiless in sorrow cleft With his rude scythe such gentle bosoms ; he Sigh'd to behold them of their hours bereft Though foe to love ; and yet they could not be Meant to grow old , but die in ...
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... hearts to fail ; The blank grey was not made to blast their hair , But like the climes that know nor snow nor hail ... heart - which may be broken : happy they ! Thrice fortunate ! who of that fragile mould , The precious porcelain of ...
... hearts to fail ; The blank grey was not made to blast their hair , But like the climes that know nor snow nor hail ... heart - which may be broken : happy they ! Thrice fortunate ! who of that fragile mould , The precious porcelain of ...
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... hearts bleeding , For Haidée's knowledge was by no means great , And Juan was a boy of saintly breeding ; So that there was no reason for their loves More than for those of nightingales or doves . XX . They gazed upon the sunset ; ' tis ...
... hearts bleeding , For Haidée's knowledge was by no means great , And Juan was a boy of saintly breeding ; So that there was no reason for their loves More than for those of nightingales or doves . XX . They gazed upon the sunset ; ' tis ...
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The Works of Lord Byron: Don Juan George Gordon Byron Baron Byron,Thomas 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.
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| Վերնագիր | The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, by Thomas Moore, Esq, Հատոր 16 Հատոր 16 of The Works of Lord Byron, Baron Byron The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, by Thomas Moore, Esq, George Gordon Byron Baron Byron |
| Authors | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Thomas Moore |
| Հրատարակիչ | J. Murray, 1833 |
| Original from | Օքսֆորդի համալսարան |
| Digitized | 25 Սեպտեմբեր 2007 |
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