The Works of Lord Byron, Volumen 6J. Murray, 1903 |
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... earth where his name is not a hissing and a curse . Imagine what must be the man's talent for Odium , who has contrived to spread his infamy like a pestilence from Ireland to Italy , and to make his name an execration in all languages ...
... earth where his name is not a hissing and a curse . Imagine what must be the man's talent for Odium , who has contrived to spread his infamy like a pestilence from Ireland to Italy , and to make his name an execration in all languages ...
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... earth ; Instead of quarrelling , had they been but both in Their senses , they ' d have sent young master forth To school , or had him soundly whipped at home , To teach him manners for the time to come . XXVI . Don José and the Donna ...
... earth ; Instead of quarrelling , had they been but both in Their senses , they ' d have sent young master forth To school , or had him soundly whipped at home , To teach him manners for the time to come . XXVI . Don José and the Donna ...
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... earth i .. It was a trying moment that which found him Standing alone beside his desolate hearth , Where all his household gods lay shivered round him : 1 was i . He had been ill brought up , { besides being } bilious . or , The reason ...
... earth i .. It was a trying moment that which found him Standing alone beside his desolate hearth , Where all his household gods lay shivered round him : 1 was i . He had been ill brought up , { besides being } bilious . or , The reason ...
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... earth , Of man the wonderful , and of the stars , And how the deuce they ever could have birth ; And then he thought of earthquakes , and of wars , How many miles the moon might have in girth , Of air - balloons , and of the many bars ...
... earth , Of man the wonderful , and of the stars , And how the deuce they ever could have birth ; And then he thought of earthquakes , and of wars , How many miles the moon might have in girth , Of air - balloons , and of the many bars ...
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... believe there's a heaven on earth , And believe that that heaven's in thee . " " The Catalogue , " Poetical Works of the late Thomas Little , 1803 , p . 128. ] Oh Love ! how perfect is thy mystic art , CANTO I. ] 43 DON JUAN .
... believe there's a heaven on earth , And believe that that heaven's in thee . " " The Catalogue , " Poetical Works of the late Thomas Little , 1803 , p . 128. ] Oh Love ! how perfect is thy mystic art , CANTO I. ] 43 DON JUAN .
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Adeline Age of Bronze Baba beauty blood Byron called Canto charm Childe Harold Compare Courland Death deem Devil Don Juan doubt Duc de Richelieu Duke e'er erased eyes fair fame feelings gazed Giaour Glory grace Gulbeyaz Haidée hath head heard heart Heaven hero honour John Byron Juan's Julia King knew Lady late least leave less Letters light looked Lord Lord Byron mind moral Muse ne'er never Newstead Abbey night nought Nouvelle Russie o'er once passed passion perhaps poem poet Poetical pretty Prince de Ligne rhyme Samian wine scarce seemed seen sigh smile soul stanza stood strange sublime Suwarrow sweet tell There's things thou thought true truth turn vide Whate'er wife William Bligh wish words young youth
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Página 172 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see their glorious black eyes shine; But gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. 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 170 - 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 173 - 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 256 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks...
Página 171 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! We will not think of themes like these: It made Anacreon's song divine; He served — but served Polycrates — A tyrant: but our masters then Were still at least our countrymen.
Página 425 - 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 172 - 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 171 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one?
Página 154 - He was the mildest manner'd man That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat: With such true breeding of a gentleman, You never could divine his real thought; No courtier could, and scarcely woman can Gird more deceit within a petticoat; Pity he loved adventurous life's variety, He was so great a loss to good society.
Página 170 - 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?