The Works of Lord Byron, Volumen 6J. Murray, 1903 |
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... moral of poems . " He looked upon his great work as a whole , and he knew that the “ raison d'être of his song ' was not only to celebrate , but , by the white light of truth , to represent and exhibit the great things of the world ...
... moral of poems . " He looked upon his great work as a whole , and he knew that the “ raison d'être of his song ' was not only to celebrate , but , by the white light of truth , to represent and exhibit the great things of the world ...
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... moral : Much into all his studies she inquired , And so they were submitted first to her , all , Arts , sciences - no branch was made a mystery To Juan's eyes , excepting natural history . XL . The languages , especially the dead , The ...
... moral : Much into all his studies she inquired , And so they were submitted first to her , all , Arts , sciences - no branch was made a mystery To Juan's eyes , excepting natural history . XL . The languages , especially the dead , The ...
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... moral North ! Where all is virtue , and the winter season Sends sin , without a rag on , shivering forth ( ' T was snow that brought St. Anthony 1 to reason ) ; i . Spouses from twenty years of age to thirty Are most admired by women of ...
... moral North ! Where all is virtue , and the winter season Sends sin , without a rag on , shivering forth ( ' T was snow that brought St. Anthony 1 to reason ) ; i . Spouses from twenty years of age to thirty Are most admired by women of ...
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... Moral Philosophy , by Dugald Stewart , Part I. sect . x . ed . 1855 , p . 48. For D'Alembert's use of tact , to denote that peculiar delicacy of perception ( which , like the nice touch of a blind man ) arises from habits of close ...
... Moral Philosophy , by Dugald Stewart , Part I. sect . x . ed . 1855 , p . 48. For D'Alembert's use of tact , to denote that peculiar delicacy of perception ( which , like the nice touch of a blind man ) arises from habits of close ...
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... moral , first , I pray , That they will not cry out before they ' re hurt , Then that they'll read it o'er again , and say ( But , doubtless , nobody will be so pert ) That this is not a moral tale , though gay : Besides , in Canto ...
... moral , first , I pray , That they will not cry out before they ' re hurt , Then that they'll read it o'er again , and say ( But , doubtless , nobody will be so pert ) That this is not a moral tale , though gay : Besides , in Canto ...
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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.