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... Muses , Contend not with you on the winged steed , I wish your fate may yield ye , when she chooses , The fame you envy , and the skill you need ; And recollect a poet nothing loses In giving to his brethren their full meed Of merit ...
... Muses , Contend not with you on the winged steed , I wish your fate may yield ye , when she chooses , The fame you envy , and the skill you need ; And recollect a poet nothing loses In giving to his brethren their full meed Of merit ...
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... Yet still , I trust , it may be kept throughout ; I'm very sorry , very much ashamed , And mean , next winter , to be quite reclaim'd . 116 117 118 119 CXX . Here my chaste Muse a liberty must take- 32 [ CANTO I. DON JUAN .
... Yet still , I trust , it may be kept throughout ; I'm very sorry , very much ashamed , And mean , next winter , to be quite reclaim'd . 116 117 118 119 CXX . Here my chaste Muse a liberty must take- 32 [ CANTO I. DON JUAN .
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... Muse a liberty must take- Start not ! still chaster reader - she'll be nice hence- Forward , and there is no great cause to quake ; This liberty is a poetic licence , Which some irregularity may make In the design , and as I have a high ...
... Muse a liberty must take- Start not ! still chaster reader - she'll be nice hence- Forward , and there is no great cause to quake ; This liberty is a poetic licence , Which some irregularity may make In the design , and as I have a high ...
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... muse of Moore . CCVI . Thou shalt not covet Mr. Sotheby's muse , His Pegasus , nor any thing that's his ; Thou shalt not bear false witness like " the Blues " . ( There's one , at least , is very fond of this ) ; 206 Thou shalt not ...
... muse of Moore . CCVI . Thou shalt not covet Mr. Sotheby's muse , His Pegasus , nor any thing that's his ; Thou shalt not bear false witness like " the Blues " . ( There's one , at least , is very fond of this ) ; 206 Thou shalt not ...
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... Muse he please to roast , And break a promise after having made it her , Denying the receipt of what it cost , And smear his page with gall instead of honey , All I can say is that he had the money . CCXI . I think that , with this holy ...
... Muse he please to roast , And break a promise after having made it her , Denying the receipt of what it cost , And smear his page with gall instead of honey , All I can say is that he had the money . CCXI . I think that , with this holy ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adeline Baba beautiful blood brow call'd CANTO charm chaste CIII death devil Don Juan doubt Dudù e'er earth eunuch eyes face fair fame feelings gaz'd gentle giaours glory grace grew Gulbeyaz Haidee hath heard heart heaven hero hour houris human clay Juan's Julia kind knew lady late least leave less look look'd Lord lov'd LXIII LXXII LXXIV LXXIX LXXVI maid marriage mind moral Muse ne'er never night nought o'er once pass'd passion Perhaps poet pretty Prince de Ligne rhyme Samian wine scarce seem'd seen Seraskier Sermons and soda-water show'd sigh slight smile sometimes sort soul Spain STANZA stood strange sublime Suwarrow sweet tears tell there's things thou thought true truth turn'd Twas twill unto what's wine wish wish'd women words young youth
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Página 115 - 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. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade...
Página 9 - I want a hero: an uncommon want, When every year and month sends forth a new one, Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant, The age discovers he is not the true one: Of such as these I should not care to vaunt, I'll therefore take our ancient friend Don Juan — We all have seen him, in the Pantomime Sent to the devil, somewhat ere his time.
Página 47 - 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 114 - 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?
Página 281 - 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.
Página 114 - 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 ! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah ! no : the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, 'Let one living head, But one arise, — we come, we come ! ' 'Tis but the living who are dumb.
Página 120 - 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 52 - tis but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper ; Some liken it to climbing up a hill, Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour, For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill, And bards burn what they call their " midnight taper," To have, when the original is dust, A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust.
Página 52 - What are the hopes of man? Old Egypt's king Cheops erected the first pyramid, And largest, thinking it was just the thing To keep his memory whole, and mummy hid; But somebody or other, rummaging, Burglariously broke his coffin's lid: Let not a monument give you or me hopes, Since not a pinch of dust remains of Cheops.
Página 135 - 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.