The Poetical Works of Lord Byron, Volumen 7J. Murray, 1873 |
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... woman is a welcome guest , And Laura's brow a frown had rarely bent ; Indeed , she shone all smiles , and seem'd to flatter Mankind with her black eyes for looking at her . XXIV . She was a married woman ; ' tis 10 BEPPO :
... woman is a welcome guest , And Laura's brow a frown had rarely bent ; Indeed , she shone all smiles , and seem'd to flatter Mankind with her black eyes for looking at her . XXIV . She was a married woman ; ' tis 10 BEPPO :
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... Smiles in her eyes , and simpers on her lips ; To some she whispers , others speaks aloud ; To some she curtsies , and to some she dips , Complains of warmth , and this complaint avow'd , Her lover brings the lemonade , she sips ; She ...
... Smiles in her eyes , and simpers on her lips ; To some she whispers , others speaks aloud ; To some she curtsies , and to some she dips , Complains of warmth , and this complaint avow'd , Her lover brings the lemonade , she sips ; She ...
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... smiling , Talking , she knew not why , and cared not what , So that her female friends , with envy broiling , Beheld her airs and triumph , and all that ; And well - dress'd males still kept before her filing , And passing bow'd and ...
... smiling , Talking , she knew not why , and cared not what , So that her female friends , with envy broiling , Beheld her airs and triumph , and all that ; And well - dress'd males still kept before her filing , And passing bow'd and ...
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... smile . " The Editor criticised himself more justly than he did " Don Juan , " and acknowledged that in not comprehending Lord Byron's wit he might perhaps " be a very dull dog ; " but a duller dog still was the writer of the famous ...
... smile . " The Editor criticised himself more justly than he did " Don Juan , " and acknowledged that in not comprehending Lord Byron's wit he might perhaps " be a very dull dog ; " but a duller dog still was the writer of the famous ...
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... smiling , sarcastic , joyous sinner - there can be neither pity nor pardon . Our knowledge that it is committed by one of the most powerful intellects our island ever has produced , lends intensity a thousand - fold to the bitterness of ...
... smiling , sarcastic , joyous sinner - there can be neither pity nor pardon . Our knowledge that it is committed by one of the most powerful intellects our island ever has produced , lends intensity a thousand - fold to the bitterness of ...
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Página 239 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sat 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 16 - 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 158 - 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 242 - 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 69 - 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...
Página 146 - Well — well, the world must turn ; upon its axis, And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails. And live and die, make love and pay our taxes, And as the veering wind shifts, shift our sails...
Página 157 - At half-past eight o'clock, booms, hencoops, spars, And all things, for a chance, had been cast loose, That still could keep afloat the struggling tars...
Página 70 - in medias res', (Horace makes this the heroic turnpike road) And then your hero tells, whene'er you please, What went before — by way of episode, While seated after dinner at his ease, Beside his mistress in some soft abode, Palace, or garden, paradise, or cavern, Which serves the happy couple for a tavern.
Página 117 - Man's love is of man's life a thing apart 'Tis woman's whole existence...
Página 195 - They are right ; for man, to man so oft unjust, Is always so to women ; one sole bond Awaits them, treachery is all their trust ; Taught to conceal, their bursting hearts despond Over their idol, till some wealthier lust Buys them in marriage — and what rests beyond ? A thankless husband, next a faithless lover, Then dressing, nursing, praying, and all's over.