Don JuanClarke, 1865 |
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... hour in spinning ) Narrating somewhat of Don Juan's father , And also of his mother , if you'd rather . VIII . In Seville was he born , a pleasant city , Famous for and women - he oranges Who has not seen it will be much to pity , So ...
... hour in spinning ) Narrating somewhat of Don Juan's father , And also of his mother , if you'd rather . VIII . In Seville was he born , a pleasant city , Famous for and women - he oranges Who has not seen it will be much to pity , So ...
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... hours ) , Don Jóse , like a lineal son of Eve , Went plucking various fruit without her leave . XIX . He was a mortal of the careless kind , With no great love for learning , or the learn'd , Who chose to go where'er he had a mind , And ...
... hours ) , Don Jóse , like a lineal son of Eve , Went plucking various fruit without her leave . XIX . He was a mortal of the careless kind , With no great love for learning , or the learn'd , Who chose to go where'er he had a mind , And ...
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... hour dispensed With any kind of troublesome control ; But whether Julia to the task was equal Is that which must be mention'd in the sequel . LXXXIII . ' Her plan she deem'd both innocent and feasible , And , surely , with a stripling ...
... hour dispensed With any kind of troublesome control ; But whether Julia to the task was equal Is that which must be mention'd in the sequel . LXXXIII . ' Her plan she deem'd both innocent and feasible , And , surely , with a stripling ...
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... hours , And when he looked upon his watch again , He found how much old Time had been a winner- He also found that he had lost his dinner . XCV . Sometimes he turn'd to gaze upon his book , Boscan , or Garcilasso ; -by the wind Even as ...
... hours , And when he looked upon his watch again , He found how much old Time had been a winner- He also found that he had lost his dinner . XCV . Sometimes he turn'd to gaze upon his book , Boscan , or Garcilasso ; -by the wind Even as ...
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... hour Of half - past six - perhaps still nearer seven- When Julia sate within as pretty a bower As e'er held houri in that heathenish heaven Described by Mahomet and Anacreon Moore , To whom the lyre and laurels have been given , With ...
... hour Of half - past six - perhaps still nearer seven- When Julia sate within as pretty a bower As e'er held houri in that heathenish heaven Described by Mahomet and Anacreon Moore , To whom the lyre and laurels have been given , With ...
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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
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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?