Don JuanClarke, 1865 |
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... give the world a notion Of endless torments and perpetual motion . XIV . A bungler even in its disgusting trade , And botching , patching , leaving still behind Something of which its masters are afraid , States to be curb'd , and ...
... give the world a notion Of endless torments and perpetual motion . XIV . A bungler even in its disgusting trade , And botching , patching , leaving still behind Something of which its masters are afraid , States to be curb'd , and ...
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... give a feeble notion Of many charms in her as natural As sweetness to the flower , or salt to ocean , Her zone to Venus , or his bow to Cupid , ( But this last simile is trite and stupid ) . LVI . The darkness of her Oriental eye ...
... give a feeble notion Of many charms in her as natural As sweetness to the flower , or salt to ocean , Her zone to Venus , or his bow to Cupid , ( But this last simile is trite and stupid ) . LVI . The darkness of her Oriental eye ...
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... give her heart the least sensation ; That is to say , a thought beyond the common Preference , that we must feel upon occasion , For people who are pleasanter than others , But then they only seem so many brothers . LXXVIII . And even ...
... give her heart the least sensation ; That is to say , a thought beyond the common Preference , that we must feel upon occasion , For people who are pleasanter than others , But then they only seem so many brothers . LXXVIII . And even ...
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... give them to the passing gale , According to some good old woman's tale . XCVI . Thus would he while his lonely hours away Dissatisfied , nor knowing what he wanted ; Nor glowing reverie , nor poet's lay , Could yield his spirit that ...
... give them to the passing gale , According to some good old woman's tale . XCVI . Thus would he while his lonely hours away Dissatisfied , nor knowing what he wanted ; Nor glowing reverie , nor poet's lay , Could yield his spirit that ...
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... give no notion : " Tis written in the Hebrew Chronicle , How the physicians , leaving pill and potion , Prescribed , by way of blister , a young belle , When old King David's blood grew dull in motion , And that the medicine answer'd ...
... give no notion : " Tis written in the Hebrew Chronicle , How the physicians , leaving pill and potion , Prescribed , by way of blister , a young belle , When old King David's blood grew dull in motion , And that the medicine answer'd ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adeline beautiful better blood call'd cause death deep doubt earth eyes face fact fair fame feelings fire gazed give glory grew grow half hand hath head heard heart heaven hope hour human Italy Juan kind knew lady land late least leave less light living look look'd Lord matter mean mind moral Muse nature ne'er never night NOTE o'er once pass passion Perhaps poor present pretty rest rhyme round scarce seem'd seen short smile sometimes sort soul spirit stood strange sure sweet tears tell there's things thou thought thousand true truth turn turn'd whole wind wish women wonder young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 131 - 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 129 - The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! "Where burning Sappho loved and sung, — Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Página 132 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
Página 74 - Louder than the loud ocean, like a crash Of echoing thunder; and then all was hush'd, Save the wild wind and the remorseless dash Of billows; but at intervals there gush'd, Accompanied with a convulsive splash, A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony.
Página 131 - 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 135 - Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower. Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer.
Página 132 - 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 74 - As eager to anticipate their grave ; And the sea yawned around her, like a hell, And down she sucked with her the whirling wave, Like one who grapples with his enemy, And strives to strangle him before he die.
Página 153 - Thus lived — thus died she ; never more on her Shall sorrow light, or shame — She was not made Through years or moons the inner weight to bear, Which colder hearts endure till they are laid By age in earth ; her days and pleasures were Brief, but delightful — such as had not staid Long with her destiny ; but she sleeps well By the sea-shore, whereon she loved to dwell.
Página 130 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?