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... thou think , because thou art virtuous , there shall be no more Cakes and Ale ? Yes , by St. Ann ; and Ginger shall be hot in the mouth too . " SHAKESPEARE . HALIFAX : MILNER AND SOWERBY . 1857 . BODLEIAT 12MAR1954 LIBRARY Don Juan ...
... thou think , because thou art virtuous , there shall be no more Cakes and Ale ? Yes , by St. Ann ; and Ginger shall be hot in the mouth too . " SHAKESPEARE . HALIFAX : MILNER AND SOWERBY . 1857 . BODLEIAT 12MAR1954 LIBRARY Don Juan ...
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... thou think , because thou art virtuous , there shall be no more Cakes and Ale ? -Yes , by Saint Anne ; and Ginger shall be hot i ' the mouth , too ! " - SHAKSPEARE , Twelfth Night , or , What You Will . DEDICATION . I. BOB SOUTHEY ! You ...
... thou think , because thou art virtuous , there shall be no more Cakes and Ale ? -Yes , by Saint Anne ; and Ginger shall be hot i ' the mouth , too ! " - SHAKSPEARE , Twelfth Night , or , What You Will . DEDICATION . I. BOB SOUTHEY ! You ...
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... thou , could he - the blind Old Man - arise Like Samuel from the grave , to freeze once more The blood of monarchs with his prophecies , Or be alive again - again all hoar With time and trials , and those helpless eyes , And heartless ...
... thou , could he - the blind Old Man - arise Like Samuel from the grave , to freeze once more The blood of monarchs with his prophecies , Or be alive again - again all hoar With time and trials , and those helpless eyes , And heartless ...
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... thou art a god indeed divine . " The bard I quote from does not sing amiss , With the exception of the second line , For that same twining " transport and security " Are twisted to a phrase of some obscurity . LXXXIX . The poet meant ...
... thou art a god indeed divine . " The bard I quote from does not sing amiss , With the exception of the second line , For that same twining " transport and security " Are twisted to a phrase of some obscurity . LXXXIX . The poet meant ...
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... And carry precept to the highest pitch ; I'll call the work " Longinus o'er a Bottle , Or , Every Poet his own Aristotle , " D 200 201 202 203 204 CCV . Thou shalt believe in Milton , Dryden , CANTO I. ] 49 DON JUAN .
... And carry precept to the highest pitch ; I'll call the work " Longinus o'er a Bottle , Or , Every Poet his own Aristotle , " D 200 201 202 203 204 CCV . Thou shalt believe in Milton , Dryden , CANTO I. ] 49 DON JUAN .
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Adeline Baba beautiful blood brow call'd CANTO charm chaste CIII death devil Don Juan doubt Dudù e'er earth eunuch eyes face fair fame feelings gaz'd gentle giaours glory grace grew Gulbeyaz Haidee hath heard heart heaven hero hour houris human clay Juan's Julia kind knew lady late least leave less look look'd Lord lov'd LXIII LXXII LXXIV LXXIX LXXVI maid marriage mind moral Muse ne'er never night nought o'er once pass'd passion Perhaps poet pretty Prince de Ligne rhyme Samian wine scarce seem'd seen Seraskier Sermons and soda-water show'd sigh slight smile sometimes sort soul Spain STANZA stood strange sublime Suwarrow sweet tears tell there's things thou thought true truth turn'd Twas twill unto what's wine wish wish'd women words young youth
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Page 115 - 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...
Page 9 - 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 47 - 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 114 - 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 281 - 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 ! LXXXIII.
Page 114 - 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 120 - 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 52 - tis but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper ; Some liken it to climbing up a hill, Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour, For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill, And bards burn what they call their " midnight taper," To have, when the original is dust, A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust.
Page 52 - What are the hopes of man? Old Egypt's king Cheops erected the first pyramid, And largest, thinking it was just the thing To keep his memory whole, and mummy hid; But somebody or other, rummaging, Burglariously broke his coffin's lid: Let not a monument give you or me hopes, Since not a pinch of dust remains of Cheops.
Page 135 - Thus lived- thus died she; never more on her Shall sorrow light, or shame. She was not made Through years or moons the inner weight to bear, Which colder hearts endure till they are laid By age in earth: her days and pleasures were Brief, but delightful- such as had not staid Long with her destiny; but she sleeps well By the sea-shore, whereon she loved to dwell.