The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Հատոր 16 |
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... that it is TOO TRUE , and the women hate many things which strip off the tinsel
of sentiment ; and they are right , as it would rob them of their weapons . I never
knew a woman who did not hate De Grammont ' s Memoirs for the same reason .
... that it is TOO TRUE , and the women hate many things which strip off the tinsel
of sentiment ; and they are right , as it would rob them of their weapons . I never
knew a woman who did not hate De Grammont ' s Memoirs for the same reason .
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Theys was anothen separaf yea They were alone once more ; for them to be
Thus was another Eden ; they were never Weary , unless when separate : the
tree Cut from its forest root of years — the river Damm ' d from its fountain — the
child ...
Theys was anothen separaf yea They were alone once more ; for them to be
Thus was another Eden ; they were never Weary , unless when separate : the
tree Cut from its forest root of years — the river Damm ' d from its fountain — the
child ...
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... not made in the real world to fill A busy character in the dull scene , But like two
beings born from out a rill , A nymph and her beloved , all unseen To pass their
lives in fountains and on flowers , And never know the weight of human hours .
... not made in the real world to fill A busy character in the dull scene , But like two
beings born from out a rill , A nymph and her beloved , all unseen To pass their
lives in fountains and on flowers , And never know the weight of human hours .
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The faithful and the fairy pair , Who never found a single hour too slow , What was
it made them thus exempt from care ? Young innate feelings all have felt below ,
Which perish in the rest , but in them were Inherent ; what we mortals call ...
The faithful and the fairy pair , Who never found a single hour too slow , What was
it made them thus exempt from care ? Young innate feelings all have felt below ,
Which perish in the rest , but in them were Inherent ; what we mortals call ...
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Were my memory as faithful as my reason is then fruitful , I would never study but
in my dreams ; and this time also would I choose for my devotions ; but our
grosser memories have then so little hold of our abstracted under . standings ,
that ...
Were my memory as faithful as my reason is then fruitful , I would never study but
in my dreams ; and this time also would I choose for my devotions ; but our
grosser memories have then so little hold of our abstracted under . standings ,
that ...
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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, Հատոր 16 The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, 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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