The Poetical Works of Lord Byron, Volume 7J. Murray, 1873 |
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... land which still is Paradise ! Italian beauty didst thou not inspire Raphael , who died in thy embrace , and vies With all we know of Heaven , or can desire , In what he hath bequeath'd us ? -in what guise , Though flashing from the ...
... land which still is Paradise ! Italian beauty didst thou not inspire Raphael , who died in thy embrace , and vies With all we know of Heaven , or can desire , In what he hath bequeath'd us ? -in what guise , Though flashing from the ...
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... land , I only don't see why it should be thus ; And if I were but in a gown and band , Just to entitle me to make a fuss , I'd preach on this till Wilberforce and Romilly Should quote in their next speeches from my homily . LXIX . While ...
... land , I only don't see why it should be thus ; And if I were but in a gown and band , Just to entitle me to make a fuss , I'd preach on this till Wilberforce and Romilly Should quote in their next speeches from my homily . LXIX . While ...
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... land - service , Forgetting Duncan , Nelson , Howe , and Jervis . V. Brave men were living before Agamemnon 27 And since , exceeding valorous and sage , A good deal like him too , though quite the same none ; But then they shone not on ...
... land - service , Forgetting Duncan , Nelson , Howe , and Jervis . V. Brave men were living before Agamemnon 27 And since , exceeding valorous and sage , A good deal like him too , though quite the same none ; But then they shone not on ...
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... lands , Which , with a long minority and care , Promised to turn out well in proper hands : Inez became sole guardian , which was fair , And answer'd but to nature's just demands ; An only son left with an only mother Is brought up much ...
... lands , Which , with a long minority and care , Promised to turn out well in proper hands : Inez became sole guardian , which was fair , And answer'd but to nature's just demands ; An only son left with an only mother Is brought up much ...
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... land Much longer . - Think of husbands ' , lovers ' lives ! And how ye may be doubly widows -- wives ! CLXXXVI . Alfonso grappled to detain the foe , And Juan throttled him to get away , And blood ( ' twas from the nose ) began to flow ...
... land Much longer . - Think of husbands ' , lovers ' lives ! And how ye may be doubly widows -- wives ! CLXXXVI . Alfonso grappled to detain the foe , And Juan throttled him to get away , And blood ( ' twas from the nose ) began to flow ...
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Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 117 - Man's love is of man's life a thing apart 'Tis woman's whole existence...
Page 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.