Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volume 15John Murray, 1833 |
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... caused . I shall sum up my opinion of Don Juan in the words of Scaliger on a poem of Cardinal Bembus : - ' Hoc poema vocare possis aut obscænissimam elegantiam , aut elegantis- simam obscœnitatem . " We now introduce the Poet's ever ...
... caused . I shall sum up my opinion of Don Juan in the words of Scaliger on a poem of Cardinal Bembus : - ' Hoc poema vocare possis aut obscænissimam elegantiam , aut elegantis- simam obscœnitatem . " We now introduce the Poet's ever ...
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... cause of quarrels now as they were then . There is no want of Parises and Menelauses , nor of crim . cons . into the bargain . In the very first canto you have a Helen . Then , I shall make my hero a perfect Achilles for fighting , a ...
... cause of quarrels now as they were then . There is no want of Parises and Menelauses , nor of crim . cons . into the bargain . In the very first canto you have a Helen . Then , I shall make my hero a perfect Achilles for fighting , a ...
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... cause of vice , To build some jewel'd edifice So fair , so foul , -framed with such art To please the eye and soil the heart , That he who has not power to shun , Comes , looks , and feels himself undone . ' O , my Brethren ! how I wish ...
... cause of vice , To build some jewel'd edifice So fair , so foul , -framed with such art To please the eye and soil the heart , That he who has not power to shun , Comes , looks , and feels himself undone . ' O , my Brethren ! how I wish ...
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... cause , and you have done well to sound the alarm . I myself , in my humble sphere , will be one of your echoes . In the words of the tragedian Liston , " I ( 1 ) [ Charles Phillips , Barrister , was in those days celebrated for ultra ...
... cause , and you have done well to sound the alarm . I myself , in my humble sphere , will be one of your echoes . In the words of the tragedian Liston , " I ( 1 ) [ Charles Phillips , Barrister , was in those days celebrated for ultra ...
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... cause of bones being broken . The jest is but a bad one at the best for the author , and might have been a still worse one for you , if your copious contradiction did not certify to all whom it may concern your own indignant innocence ...
... cause of bones being broken . The jest is but a bad one at the best for the author , and might have been a still worse one for you , if your copious contradiction did not certify to all whom it may concern your own indignant innocence ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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!