The Poetical Works of Lord Byron, Volume 7J. Murray, 1873 |
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... youth , the bloom , the beauty which agree , In many a nameless being we retrace , Whose course and home we knew not , nor shall know , Like the lost Pleiad seen no more below . XV . I said that like a picture by Giorgione Venetian ...
... youth , the bloom , the beauty which agree , In many a nameless being we retrace , Whose course and home we knew not , nor shall know , Like the lost Pleiad seen no more below . XV . I said that like a picture by Giorgione Venetian ...
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... youth Would love be ! What would youth be without love ! Youth lends it joy , and sweetness , vigour , truth , Heart , soul , and all that seems as from above ; But , languishing with years , it grows uncouth- One of few things ...
... youth Would love be ! What would youth be without love ! Youth lends it joy , and sweetness , vigour , truth , Heart , soul , and all that seems as from above ; But , languishing with years , it grows uncouth- One of few things ...
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... youth had suffer'd , his old age With wealth and talking made him some amends ; Though Laura sometimes put him in a rage , I've heard the Count and he were always friends . My pen is at the bottom of a page , Which being finish'd , here ...
... youth had suffer'd , his old age With wealth and talking made him some amends ; Though Laura sometimes put him in a rage , I've heard the Count and he were always friends . My pen is at the bottom of a page , Which being finish'd , here ...
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... youth . " We pass to " The Literary Gazette , " then edited by William Jerdan , who will be remembered for his seizure of Bellingham , the assassin of Perceval , and the establishment of the first Weekly Journal of Criticism in England ...
... youth . " We pass to " The Literary Gazette , " then edited by William Jerdan , who will be remembered for his seizure of Bellingham , the assassin of Perceval , and the establishment of the first Weekly Journal of Criticism in England ...
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... youth , -- the wit of a Voltaire , with the sensibility of a Rousseau , -the minute practical knowledge of a man of society , with the abstract and self - contemplative spirit of the poet , -a suscepti- bility of all that is grandest ...
... youth , -- the wit of a Voltaire , with the sensibility of a Rousseau , -the minute practical knowledge of a man of society , with the abstract and self - contemplative spirit of the poet , -a suscepti- bility of all that is grandest ...
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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.