The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Հատոր 16J. Murray, 1833 |
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... worse ; and Fielding no better . No girl will ever be seduced by reading Don Juan : -No , no ; she will go to Little's Poems , and Rousseau's Romans XCIX . As boys love rows , my boyhood liked CANTO IV . 45 DON JUAN .
... worse ; and Fielding no better . No girl will ever be seduced by reading Don Juan : -No , no ; she will go to Little's Poems , and Rousseau's Romans XCIX . As boys love rows , my boyhood liked CANTO IV . 45 DON JUAN .
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... better their choicest they keep at home , and there you must go , if you would have better than ordinary ; for it is here , as in markets for horses , the handsomest do not always appear , but are kept within doors . " . TOURNEFORT ...
... better their choicest they keep at home , and there you must go , if you would have better than ordinary ; for it is here , as in markets for horses , the handsomest do not always appear , but are kept within doors . " . TOURNEFORT ...
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... better to behave when masters . " XXIV . " Would we were masters now , if but to try Their present lessons on our Pagan friends here , " Said Juan - swallowing a heart - burning sigh : ( 1 ) 66 " Heaven help the scholar whom his fortune ...
... better to behave when masters . " XXIV . " Would we were masters now , if but to try Their present lessons on our Pagan friends here , " Said Juan - swallowing a heart - burning sigh : ( 1 ) 66 " Heaven help the scholar whom his fortune ...
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... better - all men's lot : Most men are slaves , none more so than the great , To their own whims and passions , and what not ; Society itself , which should create Kindness , destroys what little we had got : To feel for none is the true ...
... better - all men's lot : Most men are slaves , none more so than the great , To their own whims and passions , and what not ; Society itself , which should create Kindness , destroys what little we had got : To feel for none is the true ...
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... 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 was putting on my great coat when I heard the shot . On coming into ...
... 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 was putting on my great coat when I heard the shot . On coming into ...
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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.