The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, Bind 7 |
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Side 6
... never make a memory so fine as That which adorn'd the brain of Donna Inez . XII . Her favourite science was the mathematical , Her noblest virtue was her magnanimity , Her wit , she ( sometimes tried at wit ) was Attic all , Her serious ...
... never make a memory so fine as That which adorn'd the brain of Donna Inez . XII . Her favourite science was the mathematical , Her noblest virtue was her magnanimity , Her wit , she ( sometimes tried at wit ) was Attic all , Her serious ...
Side 8
... never learn❜d to kiss Till they were exiled from their earlier bowers , Where all was peace , and innocence , and bliss , ( I wonder how they got through the twelve hours ) Don José , like a lineal son of Eve , Went plucking various ...
... never learn❜d to kiss Till they were exiled from their earlier bowers , Where all was peace , and innocence , and bliss , ( I wonder how they got through the twelve hours ) Don José , like a lineal son of Eve , Went plucking various ...
Side 9
... never on his guard ; And even the wisest , do the best they can , Have moments , hours and days , so unprepared , That you might " brain them with their lady's fan , " And sometimes ladies hit exceeding hard , And fans turn into ...
... never on his guard ; And even the wisest , do the best they can , Have moments , hours and days , so unprepared , That you might " brain them with their lady's fan , " And sometimes ladies hit exceeding hard , And fans turn into ...
Side 11
... Never to say a word about them more Calmly she heard each calumny that rose , And saw his agonies with such sublimity , That all the world exclaim'd , " What magnanimity ! " XXX . No doubt , this patience , when the world is damning us ...
... Never to say a word about them more Calmly she heard each calumny that rose , And saw his agonies with such sublimity , That all the world exclaim'd , " What magnanimity ! " XXX . No doubt , this patience , when the world is damning us ...
Side 14
... studies made a little puzzle , Because of filthy loves of gods and goddesses , Who in the earlier ages raised a bustle , But never put on pantaloons or boddices ; His reverend tutors had at times a tussle , And 14 Canto I. DON JUAN .
... studies made a little puzzle , Because of filthy loves of gods and goddesses , Who in the earlier ages raised a bustle , But never put on pantaloons or boddices ; His reverend tutors had at times a tussle , And 14 Canto I. DON JUAN .
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Alfonso appear'd Ave Maria Baba beautiful blood boat bosom Bosphorus breast brow Cadiz call'd CANTO charm chaste cheek CIII Circassians dead death deep devil Don Juan Donna Inez doubt dream Dudù e'er earth eunuch eyes face fair father's feelings fond gazed gentle grew Gulbeyaz Haidee Haidee's hair hand head heart heaven Hellespont hour human clay Juan's Juanna Julia Katinka kiss knew lady least leave lips look look'd lover maid marriage Moorish moral mother Muse ne'er never night Noah's ark o'er pair pale pass'd passion Pedrillo Perhaps poets renegado rhymes rill round Samian wine Sappho scarce seem'd sherbet shore sigh slaves sleep smile soft song soul Spain stood strange sweet tears There's things thou thought true turn'd Twas twere waves whate'er wife wind wine words young youth
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Side 32 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Side 38 - Tis sweet to hear At midnight on the blue and moonlit deep The song and oar of Adria's gondolier, By distance mellow'd, o'er the waters sweep; 'Tis sweet to see the evening star appear; 'Tis sweet to listen as the night-winds creep From leaf to leaf; 'tis sweet to view on high The rainbow, based on ocean, span the sky.
Side 8 - Oh ! she was perfect, past all parallel — Of any modern female saint's comparison ; So far above the cunning powers of hell, Her guardian angel had given up his garrison ; Even her minutest motions went as well As those of the best time-piece made by Harrison ; In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her, Save thine "incomparable oil...
Side 26 - 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.
Side 58 - 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.
Side 3 - 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.
Side 23 - Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower. Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer.
Side 2 - 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...
Side 27 - A quiet conscience makes one so serene! Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded That all the Apostles would have done as they did.
Side 35 - Her brow was white and low, her cheek's pure dye Like twilight rosy still with the set sun ; Short upper lip— sweet lips ! that make us sigh Ever to have seen such ; for she was one Fit for the model of a statuary, (A race of mere impostors, when all's done — I've seen much finer women, ripe and real, Than all the nonsense of their stone ideal).