Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Том 15John Murray, 1833 |
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... wine in bottles , ale in barrels ; Dear is the helpless creature we defend Against the world ; and dear the schoolboy spot We ne'er forget , though there we are forgot . CXXVII . But sweeter still than this , than these , than all , Ms ...
... wine in bottles , ale in barrels ; Dear is the helpless creature we defend Against the world ; and dear the schoolboy spot We ne'er forget , though there we are forgot . CXXVII . But sweeter still than this , than these , than all , Ms ...
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... wine ) last year . CL . " Have I not had two bishops at my feet ? The Duke of Ichar , and Don Fernan Nunez , And is it thus a faithful wife you treat ? I wonder in what quarter now the moon is : I praise your vast forbearance not to ...
... wine ) last year . CL . " Have I not had two bishops at my feet ? The Duke of Ichar , and Don Fernan Nunez , And is it thus a faithful wife you treat ? I wonder in what quarter now the moon is : I praise your vast forbearance not to ...
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... wine , sirrah ! Here's to Don Pedro's ghost- he should have been welcome . " D. Lop . The rascal is afraid of you after death . ( One knocks at the door . ) " D. Juan ( to the servant ) . Rise , and do your duty . My text with many ...
... wine , sirrah ! Here's to Don Pedro's ghost- he should have been welcome . " D. Lop . The rascal is afraid of you after death . ( One knocks at the door . ) " D. Juan ( to the servant ) . Rise , and do your duty . My text with many ...
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... wine I prove , HOR . Nor the delusive hopes of mutual love . " — FRANCIS . - ( 2 ) [ His constant recurrence to the praise of avarice in Don Juan , and the humorous zest with which he delights to dwell on it , show how new- fangled , as ...
... wine I prove , HOR . Nor the delusive hopes of mutual love . " — FRANCIS . - ( 2 ) [ His constant recurrence to the praise of avarice in Don Juan , and the humorous zest with which he delights to dwell on it , show how new- fangled , as ...
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... wine , ambition , fame , Fighting , devotion , dust , —perhaps a name . V. I said , that Juan had been sent to Cadiz- A pretty town , I recollect it well-- ' Tis there the mart of the colonial trade is , ( Or was , before Peru learn'd ...
... wine , ambition , fame , Fighting , devotion , dust , —perhaps a name . V. I said , that Juan had been sent to Cadiz- A pretty town , I recollect it well-- ' Tis there the mart of the colonial trade is , ( Or was , before Peru learn'd ...
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Страница 225 - And first one universal shriek there rush'd, Louder than the loud ocean, like a crash Of echoing thunder; and then all was hush'd, Save the wild wind and the remorseless dash Of billows; but at intervals there gush'd, Accompanied with a convulsive splash, A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony.
Страница 90 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Страница 321 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate 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?
Страница 325 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...
Страница 320 - 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 ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Страница 90 - Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies. His wit all seesaw, between that and this, Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, And he himself one vile antithesis.
Страница 324 - 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.
Страница 324 - Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine— Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!
Страница 93 - And compass vile; so that ye taught a school Of dolts to smooth, inlay, and clip, and fit, Till, like the certain wands of Jacob's wit, Their verses tallied. Easy was the task: A thousand handicraftsmen wore the mask Of Poesy.
Страница 12 - No more — no more — Oh ! never more on me The freshness of the heart can fall like dew, Which out of all the lovely things we see Extracts emotions beautiful and new, Hived in our bosoms like the bag o' the bee : Think'st thou the honey with those objects grew ? • Alas!