The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Հատոր 16 |
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The cry is up , and cant is up . I should have no objection to return the price of the
copyright . ” February 7 . 1820 . _ “ I have cut the third Canto into two , because it
was too long ; and I tell you this beforehand , because in case of any reckoning ...
The cry is up , and cant is up . I should have no objection to return the price of the
copyright . ” February 7 . 1820 . _ “ I have cut the third Canto into two , because it
was too long ; and I tell you this beforehand , because in case of any reckoning ...
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Never shall I be able to tell you the satisfaction I feel from it ; so great are the
sentiments of pleasure and confidence with which the sacrifice you have made
has inspired me . ” — E . ] DON JUA N . CANTO THE FIFTH . When amatory.
Never shall I be able to tell you the satisfaction I feel from it ; so great are the
sentiments of pleasure and confidence with which the sacrifice you have made
has inspired me . ” — E . ] DON JUA N . CANTO THE FIFTH . When amatory.
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I open my letter to tell you a fact , which will show the state of this country better
than I can . The commandant of the troops is now lying dead in my house . He
was shot at a little past eight o ' clock , about two hundred paces from my door .
I open my letter to tell you a fact , which will show the state of this country better
than I can . The commandant of the troops is now lying dead in my house . He
was shot at a little past eight o ' clock , about two hundred paces from my door .
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He seem ' d to sleep , — for you could scarcely tell ( As he bled inwardly , no
hideous river Of gore divulged the cause ) that he was dead : So as I gazed on
him , I thought or said XXXVI . “ Can this be death ? then what is life or death ?
Speak !
He seem ' d to sleep , — for you could scarcely tell ( As he bled inwardly , no
hideous river Of gore divulged the cause ) that he was dead : So as I gazed on
him , I thought or said XXXVI . “ Can this be death ? then what is life or death ?
Speak !
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Alas ! man makes that great which makes him little : I grant you in a church ' tis
very well : What speaks of Heaven should by no means be brittle , But strong and
lasting , till no tongue can tell Their names who rear ' d it ; but huge houses fit ill ...
Alas ! man makes that great which makes him little : I grant you in a church ' tis
very well : What speaks of Heaven should by no means be brittle , But strong and
lasting , till no tongue can tell Their names who rear ' d it ; but huge houses fit ill ...
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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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