The Poetical Works of Lord Byron, Volume 7J. Murray, 1873 |
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... sure My cloak is round his middle strapp'd about , Because the skies are not the most securo ; I know too that , if stopp'd upon my route , Where the green alleys windingly allure , Reeling with grapes red wagons choke the way , -- In ...
... sure My cloak is round his middle strapp'd about , Because the skies are not the most securo ; I know too that , if stopp'd upon my route , Where the green alleys windingly allure , Reeling with grapes red wagons choke the way , -- In ...
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... sure the lofty - minded and virtuous men whom Lord Byron has bebased himself by insulting , will close the volume which contains their own injuries with no feelings save those of pity for Him that has inflicted them , and for Her who ...
... sure the lofty - minded and virtuous men whom Lord Byron has bebased himself by insulting , will close the volume which contains their own injuries with no feelings save those of pity for Him that has inflicted them , and for Her who ...
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... sure , is the same ; but then the measure is as old as the hills . But the spirit of the two poets is as different as can be . Mr. Frere writes elegantly , playfully , very like a gentleman , and a scholar , and a respectable man ; and ...
... sure , is the same ; but then the measure is as old as the hills . But the spirit of the two poets is as different as can be . Mr. Frere writes elegantly , playfully , very like a gentleman , and a scholar , and a respectable man ; and ...
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... sure ; She read some French romances here and there , Although her mode of speaking was not pure ; For native Spanish she had no great care , At least her conversation was obscure ; Her thoughts were theorems , her words a problem , As ...
... sure ; She read some French romances here and there , Although her mode of speaking was not pure ; For native Spanish she had no great care , At least her conversation was obscure ; Her thoughts were theorems , her words a problem , As ...
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... sure she was a perfect fright , She did this during even her husband's life- I recommend as much to every wife . XLIX . Young Juan wax'd in goodliness and grace ; At six a charming child , and at eleven With all the promise of as fine a ...
... sure she was a perfect fright , She did this during even her husband's life- I recommend as much to every wife . XLIX . Young Juan wax'd in goodliness and grace ; At six a charming child , and at eleven With all the promise of as fine a ...
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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.