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... cheek all purple with the beam of youth , Mounting , at times , to a transparent glow , As if her veins ran lightning ; she , in sooth , Possess'd an air and grace by no means common : Her stature tall I hate a dumpy woman . LXII ...
... cheek all purple with the beam of youth , Mounting , at times , to a transparent glow , As if her veins ran lightning ; she , in sooth , Possess'd an air and grace by no means common : Her stature tall I hate a dumpy woman . LXII ...
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... cheek , and yet she felt no wrong . Oh Love ! how perfect is thy mystic art , Strengthening the weak , and trampling on the strong , How self - deceitful is the sagest part Of mortals whom thy lure hath led along The precipice she stood ...
... cheek , and yet she felt no wrong . Oh Love ! how perfect is thy mystic art , Strengthening the weak , and trampling on the strong , How self - deceitful is the sagest part Of mortals whom thy lure hath led along The precipice she stood ...
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... cheek , appears Her streaming hair ; the black curls strive , but fail , To hide the glossy shoulder , which uprears Its snow through all ; -her soft lips lie apart , And louder than her breathing beats her heart . CLIX . The Senhor Don ...
... cheek , appears Her streaming hair ; the black curls strive , but fail , To hide the glossy shoulder , which uprears Its snow through all ; -her soft lips lie apart , And louder than her breathing beats her heart . CLIX . The Senhor Don ...
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... d attack ? Besides , it wanted but few hours of day : Antonia puzzled ; Julia did not speak , But press'd her bloodless lip to Juan's cheek . CLXX . He turn'd his lip to hers , and Canto 1 . 91 DON JUAN . CLXVIII. ...
... d attack ? Besides , it wanted but few hours of day : Antonia puzzled ; Julia did not speak , But press'd her bloodless lip to Juan's cheek . CLXX . He turn'd his lip to hers , and Canto 1 . 91 DON JUAN . CLXVIII. ...
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... cheek , and aspect delicate ; But the boy bore up long , and with a mild And patient spirit held aloof his fate ; Little he said , and now and then he smiled , As if to win a part from off the weight He saw increasing on his father's ...
... cheek , and aspect delicate ; But the boy bore up long , and with a mild And patient spirit held aloof his fate ; Little he said , and now and then he smiled , As if to win a part from off the weight He saw increasing on his father's ...
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Algiers Antonia appear'd Baba beautiful blood boat Bosphorus breath Cadiz call'd CANTO charming cheek CIII dead death deep devil Don Alfonso Don Juan Donna Inez doubt e'er earth eunuch eyes face fair fame father's feelings flash'd form'd gazed giaour gold grew Haidee Haidée's hair half hand heart heaven Hellespont hope hour human clay Juan's Julia kiss knew lady least leave lips look look'd lover maid mistress moral mother Muse ne'er never night Noah's ark o'er ocean pair pale Parnassian pass'd passion Pedrillo perhaps poets pray renegado rhymes round Samian wine Sappho scarce seem'd sherbet shore sigh sing sire slaves sleep smile song soul Spain stanza stood strange tears tell There's things third sex thou thought Tis sweet true turn'd Twas twere wave whate'er wife wind wine words youth
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Page 50 - 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.
Page 56 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...
Page 104 - 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.
Page 52 - 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?
Page 54 - 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? You have the letters Cadmus gave, — Think ye he meant them for a slave?
Page 53 - 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.
Page 66 - 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.
Page 212 - Man, being reasonable, must get drunk ; The best of life is but intoxication : Glory, the grape, love, gold, in these are sunk The hopes of all men, and of every nation ; Without their sap, how branchless were the trunk Of life's strange tree, so fruitful on occasion : But to return, — Get very drunk ; and when You wake with headache, you shall see what then.
Page 7 - 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.
Page 149 - Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell — Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave, Then some leap'd overboard with dreadful yell, As eager to anticipate their grave; And the sea yawn'd around her like a hell, And down she suck'd with her the whirling wave, Like one who grapples with his enemy, And strives to strangle him before he die.