The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Հատոր 16J. Murray, 1833 |
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... wish the case could come before a jury here . ( 3 ) LXII . But to resume , - should there be ( what may not Be in these days ? ) some infidels , who don't , Because they can't find out the very spot ( 4 ) Of that same Babel , or because ...
... wish the case could come before a jury here . ( 3 ) LXII . But to resume , - should there be ( what may not Be in these days ? ) some infidels , who don't , Because they can't find out the very spot ( 4 ) Of that same Babel , or because ...
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... wish You could glide o'er them like a golden fish . ( 1 ) LXVI . The black , however , without hardly deigning A glance at that which wrapt the slaves in wonder , Trampled what they scarce trod for fear of staining , As if the milky way ...
... wish You could glide o'er them like a golden fish . ( 1 ) LXVI . The black , however , without hardly deigning A glance at that which wrapt the slaves in wonder , Trampled what they scarce trod for fear of staining , As if the milky way ...
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... wish to be perspicuous ; and the black , I say , unlocking the recess , pull'd forth A quantity of clothes fit for the back Of any Mussulman , whate'er his worth ; And of variety there was no lack- And yet , though I have said there was ...
... wish to be perspicuous ; and the black , I say , unlocking the recess , pull'd forth A quantity of clothes fit for the back Of any Mussulman , whate'er his worth ; And of variety there was no lack- And yet , though I have said there was ...
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... meet no more , I wish you a good appetite . " - " Farewell ! " Replied the other ; " though it grieves me sore ; When we next meet , we'll have a tale to tell : We needs must follow when Fate puts from shore . 90 CANTO V. DON JUAN .
... meet no more , I wish you a good appetite . " - " Farewell ! " Replied the other ; " though it grieves me sore ; When we next meet , we'll have a tale to tell : We needs must follow when Fate puts from shore . 90 CANTO V. DON JUAN .
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... wish was but to " kill , kill , kill , " like Lear's , ( 3 ) And then her thirst of blood was quench'd in tears . CXXXVII . A storm it raged , and like the storm it pass'd , Pass'd without words - in fact she could not speak ; And then ...
... wish was but to " kill , kill , kill , " like Lear's , ( 3 ) And then her thirst of blood was quench'd in tears . CXXXVII . A storm it raged , and like the storm it pass'd , Pass'd without words - in fact she could not speak ; And then ...
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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.