Don Juan. Cantos i. to v. [by lord Byron].Griffin, 1823 |
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... sweet persuasion He might be taught , by love and her together- I really don't know what , nor Julia either . LXXXII . Fraught with this fine intention , and well fenced In mail of proof - her purity of soul , She , for the future of ...
... sweet persuasion He might be taught , by love and her together- I really don't know what , nor Julia either . LXXXII . Fraught with this fine intention , and well fenced In mail of proof - her purity of soul , She , for the future of ...
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... sweet to view on high The rainbow , based on ocean , span the sky . CXXIII . ' Tis sweet to hear the watch - dog's honest bark Bay deep - mouth'd welcome as we draw near home : ' Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming ...
... sweet to view on high The rainbow , based on ocean , span the sky . CXXIII . ' Tis sweet to hear the watch - dog's honest bark Bay deep - mouth'd welcome as we draw near home : ' Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming ...
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... sweet are our escapes From civic revelry to rural mirth ; Sweet to the miser are his glittering heaps , Sweet to the father is his first - born's birth , Sweet is revenge - especially to women , Pillage to soldiers , prize - money to ...
... sweet are our escapes From civic revelry to rural mirth ; Sweet to the miser are his glittering heaps , Sweet to the father is his first - born's birth , Sweet is revenge - especially to women , Pillage to soldiers , prize - money to ...
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... sweet girls - I mean , such graceful ladies , Their very walk would make your bosom swell ; I can't describe it , though so much it strike , Nor liken it - I never saw the like : VI . An Arab horse , a stately stag , a barb New broke ...
... sweet girls - I mean , such graceful ladies , Their very walk would make your bosom swell ; I can't describe it , though so much it strike , Nor liken it - I never saw the like : VI . An Arab horse , a stately stag , a barb New broke ...
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... Sweets to the sweet ; " ( I like so much to quote ; You must excuse this extract , ' tis where she , The Queen of Denmark , for Ophelia brought Flowers to the grave ; ) and sobbing often , he Reflected on his present situation , And ...
... Sweets to the sweet ; " ( I like so much to quote ; You must excuse this extract , ' tis where she , The Queen of Denmark , for Ophelia brought Flowers to the grave ; ) and sobbing often , he Reflected on his present situation , And ...
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Antonia appear'd Baba beautiful blood boat Bosphorus breath Cadiz call'd CANTO charming chaste 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 Gulleyaz Haidee Haidee's half hand heart Heaven Hellespont hope hour human clay Juan's Julia kiss knew lady least leave lips look look'd Lord Byron lover maid mistress moon moral Muse ne'er never night Noah's ark o'er ocean pair Parnassian pass'd passion Pedrillo perhaps poets pray renegado rhymes round Samian wine Sappho scarce seem'd sherbet shore sigh sire slaves sleep smile song soul Spain stanza stood strange sweet tears tell There's things third sex thou thought true turn'd Twas twere waves whate'er wife wind wine words young youth
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Page 139 - 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!
Page 51 - 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 141 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heracleidan blood might own.
Page 142 - 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 152 - And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep ; and if I weep, 'Tis that our nature cannot always bring Itself to apathy, for we must steep Our...
Page 146 - Some kinder casuists are pleased to say, In nameless print — that I have no devotion ; But set those persons down with me to pray, And you shall see who has the properest notion Of getting into heaven the shortest way; My altars are the mountains and the ocean, Earth, air, stars — all that springs from the great whole Who hath produced, and will receive the soul.
Page 139 - 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!
Page 3 - 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...
Page 146 - tis the hour of prayer ! Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of love ! Ave Maria ! may our spirits dare Look up to thine and to thy Son's above ! Ave Maria ! oh that face so fair ! Those downcast eyes beneath the Almighty dove — What though 'tis but a pictured image strike, That painting is no idol, — 'tis too like.
Page 107 - They look'd up to the sky, whose floating glow Spread like a rosy ocean, vast and bright; They gazed upon the glittering sea below, Whence the broad moon rose circling into sight; They heard the waves...