Don Juan: Cantos IX.-X.-and XI.

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John Hunt, 1823 - 151 sider

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Side 105 - there was no matter," And proved it — 'twas no matter what he said : They say his system 'tis in vain to batter, Too subtle for the airiest human head ; And yet who can believe it...
Side 135 - John Keats, who was killed off by one critique, Just as he really promised something great, If not intelligible, without Greek Contrived to talk about the gods of late, Much as they might have been supposed to speak. Poor fellow! His was an untoward fate; 'T is strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuffed out by an article.
Side 110 - is Freedom's chosen station; Here peals the people's voice, nor can entomb it Racks, prisons, inquisitions; resurrection Awaits it, each new meeting or election.
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Side 39 - What a strange thing is man ! and what a stranger Is woman ! What a whirlwind is her head, And what a whirlpool full of depth and danger Is all the rest about her ! Whether wed, Or widow, maid, or mother, she can change her Mind like the wind : whatever she has said Or done, is light to what she'll say or do ; — The oldest thing on record, and yet new...
Side 10 - I've done. Now go and dine from off the plate Presented by the Prince of the Brazils, And send the sentinel before your gate A slice or two from your luxurious meals : He fought, but has not fed so well of late. Some hunger, too, they say the people feels : — There is no doubt that you deserve your ration, But pray give back a little to the nation.
Side 91 - tis but in a hurry, And merely for the sake of its own merits : For the less cause there is for all this flurry, The greater is the pleasure in arriving At the great end of travel — which is driving.
Side 56 - Man fell with apples, and with apples rose, If this be true; for we must deem the mode In which Sir Isaac Newton could disclose Through the then unpaved stars the turnpike road, A thing to counterbalance human woes...
Side 25 - But let it go : — it will one day be found With other relics of
Side 11 - Never had mortal man such opportunity, Except Napoleon, or abused it more: You might have freed fallen Europe from the unity Of tyrants, and been blest from shore to shore : And now - what is your fame? Shall the Muse tune it ye? Now - that the rabble's first vain shouts are o'er? Go! hear it in your famish'd country's cries! Behold the world! and curse your victories!

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