The Works of Lord Byron, Volumen 6J. Murray, 1903 |
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... Hath but two objects , how to serve , and bind , Deeming the chain it wears even men may fit , Eutropius of its many masters , 1 - blind To worth as freedom , wisdom as to wit , Fearless because no feeling dwells in ice , Its very ...
... Hath but two objects , how to serve , and bind , Deeming the chain it wears even men may fit , Eutropius of its many masters , 1 - blind To worth as freedom , wisdom as to wit , Fearless because no feeling dwells in ice , Its very ...
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... hath led along ! - The precipice she stood on was immense , So was her creed in her own innocence . CVII . She thought of her own strength , and Juan's youth , And of the folly of all prudish fears , Victorious Virtue , and domestic ...
... hath led along ! - The precipice she stood on was immense , So was her creed in her own innocence . CVII . She thought of her own strength , and Juan's youth , And of the folly of all prudish fears , Victorious Virtue , and domestic ...
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... hath cost , So dear is still the memory of that dream ; Yet , if I name my guilt , ' t is not to boast , None can deem harshlier of me than I deem : I trace this scrawl because I cannot rest- I've nothing to reproach , or to request ...
... hath cost , So dear is still the memory of that dream ; Yet , if I name my guilt , ' t is not to boast , None can deem harshlier of me than I deem : I trace this scrawl because I cannot rest- I've nothing to reproach , or to request ...
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... hath died , Of its own thirst to see again thy shore : Farewell , where Guadalquivir's waters glide ! Farewell , my mother ! and , since all is o'er , Farewell , too , dearest Julia ! — ( here CANTO II . ] 85 DON JUAN .
... hath died , Of its own thirst to see again thy shore : Farewell , where Guadalquivir's waters glide ! Farewell , my mother ! and , since all is o'er , Farewell , too , dearest Julia ! — ( here CANTO II . ] 85 DON JUAN .
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... hath of Life with us is living ; So gentle , stirless , helpless , and unmoved , And all unconscious of the joy ' t is giving ; All it hath felt , inflicted , passed , and proved , Hushed into depths beyond the watcher's diving : There ...
... hath of Life with us is living ; So gentle , stirless , helpless , and unmoved , And all unconscious of the joy ' t is giving ; All it hath felt , inflicted , passed , and proved , Hushed into depths beyond the watcher's diving : There ...
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Adeline Age of Bronze Baba beauty blood Byron called Canto charms Childe Harold Compare Courland Death deem Devil Don Juan doubt Duc de Richelieu Duke e'er erased eyes fair fame feelings gazed Giaour Glory grace Gulbeyaz Haidée hath head heard heart Heaven hero honour John Byron Juan's Julia King knew Lady late least leave less Letters light looked Lord Lord Byron mind moral Muse ne'er never Newstead Abbey night nought Nouvelle Russie o'er once passed passion perhaps poem poet Poetical pretty Prince de Ligne rhyme Samian wine scarce seemed seen sigh smile soul stanza stood strange sublime Suwarrow sweet tell there's things thou thought true truth turn vide Whate'er wife William Bligh wish words young youth
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Página 181 - Soft hour ! which wakes the wish and melts the heart Of those who sail the seas, on the first day When they from their sweet friends are torn apart ; Or fills with love the pilgrim on his way, As the far bell of vesper makes him start, Seeming to weep the dying day's decay.
Página 169 - The mountains look on Marathon — And Marathon looks on the sea; And, musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free; For, standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave.
Página 172 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see their glorious black eyes shine; But gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine— Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!
Página 170 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships by thousands lay below, And men in nations; — all were his! He counted them at break of day, And when the sun set, where were they?
Página 170 - Must we but blush? — Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae!
Página 172 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks : They have a king who buys and sells ; In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells : But Turkish force and Latin fraud, Would break your shield, however broad.
Página 171 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! On Suli's rock and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown The Heracleidan blood might own.
Página 71 - Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'Tis woman's whole existence; man may range The court, camp, church, the vessel, and the mart, Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart, And few there are whom these cannot estrange: Men have all these resources, we but one, To love again, and be again undone.
Página 246 - NOT to admire, is all the art I know, To make men happy, and to keep them so.
Página 569 - Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are ! How less what we may be ! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles ; as the old burst, new emerge, Lash'd from the foam of ages ; while the graves Of empires heave but like some passing waves.