Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volumen 15John Murray, 1833 |
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... " Hold your tongue , you fool ; do you think I speak from my heart ? If once I touch land , I'll not give him a tallow candle . ' " - CLARKE's Translation . CONTENTS OF VOL . XV . PREFACE TO DON JUAN vi ADVERTISEMENT .
... " Hold your tongue , you fool ; do you think I speak from my heart ? If once I touch land , I'll not give him a tallow candle . ' " - CLARKE's Translation . CONTENTS OF VOL . XV . PREFACE TO DON JUAN vi ADVERTISEMENT .
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... - Hold your tongue , you fool ; do you think I speak from my heart ? If once I touch land , I'll not give him a tallow candle . ' " - CLARKE's Translation . CONTENTS OF VOL . XV . PREFACE TO DON JUAN vi ADVERTISEMENT .
... - Hold your tongue , you fool ; do you think I speak from my heart ? If once I touch land , I'll not give him a tallow candle . ' " - CLARKE's Translation . CONTENTS OF VOL . XV . PREFACE TO DON JUAN vi ADVERTISEMENT .
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... Christopher should hear, — ' Hold your tongue, you fool ; do you think I speak from my heart ? If once I touch land, I '11 not give him a tallow candle.' " — CLARKE'S Translation. TESTIMONIES OF AUTHORS - - 5 LETTER TO THE EDITOR.
... Christopher should hear, — ' Hold your tongue, you fool ; do you think I speak from my heart ? If once I touch land, I '11 not give him a tallow candle.' " — CLARKE'S Translation. TESTIMONIES OF AUTHORS - - 5 LETTER TO THE EDITOR.
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... heart can fall like dew , Which out of all the lovely things we see Extracts emotions beautiful and new , Hived in our bosoms like the bag o ' the bee : Think'st thou the honey with those objects grew ? Alas ! ' twas not in them , but ...
... heart can fall like dew , Which out of all the lovely things we see Extracts emotions beautiful and new , Hived in our bosoms like the bag o ' the bee : Think'st thou the honey with those objects grew ? Alas ! ' twas not in them , but ...
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... heart that feels for domestic or national happiness . This poem is sold in the shops as the work of Lord Byron ; but the name of neither author nor bookseller is on the title page : we are , therefore , at liberty to suppose it not to ...
... heart that feels for domestic or national happiness . This poem is sold in the shops as the work of Lord Byron ; but the name of neither author nor bookseller is on the title page : we are , therefore , at liberty to suppose it not to ...
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Página 225 - And first one universal shriek there rush'd, 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 90 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Página 321 - 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 325 - 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 320 - 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 90 - Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies. His wit all seesaw, between that and this, Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, And he himself one vile antithesis.
Página 324 - 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 324 - 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 93 - And compass vile; so that ye taught a school Of dolts to smooth, inlay, and clip, and fit, Till, like the certain wands of Jacob's wit, Their verses tallied. Easy was the task: A thousand handicraftsmen wore the mask Of Poesy.
Página 12 - No more — no more — Oh ! never more on me The freshness of the heart can fall like dew, Which out of all the lovely things we see Extracts emotions beautiful and new, Hived in our bosoms like the bag o' the bee : Think'st thou the honey with those objects grew ? • Alas!