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... as night fell , — Don Juan , our young diplomatic sinner , Pursued his path , and drove past some hotels , St James's Palace and St James's « Hells . » 2 XXX . They reach'd the hotel : forth stream'd from 76 DON JUAN .
... as night fell , — Don Juan , our young diplomatic sinner , Pursued his path , and drove past some hotels , St James's Palace and St James's « Hells . » 2 XXX . They reach'd the hotel : forth stream'd from 76 DON JUAN .
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... Palace and St James's « Hells . » > « Hells , » gaming - houses . What their number may now be in this life , I know not . Before I was of age I knew them pretty accurately , both " gold » and « silver . " I was once nearly called out ...
... Palace and St James's « Hells . » > « Hells , » gaming - houses . What their number may now be in this life , I know not . Before I was of age I knew them pretty accurately , both " gold » and « silver . " I was once nearly called out ...
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... palace or the hovel is , Much in the mode of Goethe's Mephistopheles ; VIII . But neither love nor hate in much excess ; Though ' t was not once so . If I sneer sometimes , It is because I cannot well do less , And now and then it also ...
... palace or the hovel is , Much in the mode of Goethe's Mephistopheles ; VIII . But neither love nor hate in much excess ; Though ' t was not once so . If I sneer sometimes , It is because I cannot well do less , And now and then it also ...
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... palace to Soho , And happiest they who horses can engage ; The turnpikes glow with dust ; and Rotten - row Sleeps from the chivalry of this bright age ; And tradesmen , with long bills and longer faces , Sigh - as the postboys fasten on ...
... palace to Soho , And happiest they who horses can engage ; The turnpikes glow with dust ; and Rotten - row Sleeps from the chivalry of this bright age ; And tradesmen , with long bills and longer faces , Sigh - as the postboys fasten on ...
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... palace go , That picture ( howsoever fine the rest ) Is loveliest to my mind of all the show ; It may perhaps be also to your zest , And that's the cause I rhyme upon it so , ' T is but a portrait of his son , and wife , And self ; but ...
... palace go , That picture ( howsoever fine the rest ) Is loveliest to my mind of all the show ; It may perhaps be also to your zest , And that's the cause I rhyme upon it so , ' T is but a portrait of his son , and wife , And self ; but ...
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ABBOT Adeline ALTADA ANGIOLINA ARBACES Assyria aught beauty BELESES beneath BENINTENDE BERTRAM BERTUCCIO FALIERO blood breath brow CALENDARO call'd CANTO CHAMOIS CHAMOIS HUNTER Council of Ten dare death DOGE Doge of Venice Don Juan dost doth dread Duke e'er earth Exit eyes fear feel foes gaze Giaour glory hath hear heard heart heaven honour hour ISRAEL BERTUCCIO king knew Lady least leave less light LIONI live look look'd lord MANFRED Marino Faliero Michel Steno MYRRHA ne'er never night noble Note o'er once palace PANIA Parisina pass'd passion patrician perhaps prince Saint Saint Peter SALEMENES SARDANAPALUS satraps seem'd SFERO SIGNOR sire slave smile soldiers soul sovereign speak spirit stanza Steno sword tell thee there's thine things thou hast thought throne true turn'd unto Venice voice whate'er words wouldst young youth ZARINA
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Página 382 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd...
Página 15 - But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we, Half dust, half deity, alike unfit To sink or soar, with our mix'd essence make A conflict of its elements, and breathe The breath of degradation and of pride, Contending with low wants and lofty will, Till our mortality predominates, And men are — what they name not to themselves, And trust not to each other.
Página 311 - I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, That not a single accent seems uncouth, Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all.
Página 64 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Página 404 - But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent ; Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race, There from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; • Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse ; Thy victims ere they yet expire , Shall know the dsemon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are wither'd on the stem.
Página 56 - Caesars' palace came The owl's long cry, and, interruptedly, Of distant sentinels the fitful song Begun and died upon the gentle wind. Some cypresses beyond the time-worn breach Appeared to skirt the horizon ; yet they stood Within a bow-shot.
Página 62 - 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!
Página 56 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome ; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...
Página 40 - I do bear This punishment for both — that thou wilt be One of the blessed — and that I shall die ; For hitherto all hateful things conspire To bind me in existence — in a life Which makes me shrink from immortality — A future like the past.
Página 335 - The angels all were singing out of tune, And hoarse with having little else to do, Excepting to wind up the sun and moon, Or curb a runaway young star or two, Or wild colt of a comet, which too soon Broke out of bounds o'er the ethereal blue, Splitting some planet with its playful tail, As boats are sometimes by a wanton whale.