The complete works of lord Byron with a biogr. and critical notice by J. W. Lake, Bind 3–4 |
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Side 17
... work more grand , ( When she don't pin men's limbs in like a jailor ) , - Behold him placed as if upon a pillar ! He Seems Love turned a lieutenant of artillery ! VOL . III . 2 XLV . His bandage slipped down into a cravat ; CANTO IX . 17.
... work more grand , ( When she don't pin men's limbs in like a jailor ) , - Behold him placed as if upon a pillar ! He Seems Love turned a lieutenant of artillery ! VOL . III . 2 XLV . His bandage slipped down into a cravat ; CANTO IX . 17.
Side 18
... seem'd to express , That though he look'd one of the seraphim , There lurk'd a man beneath the spirit's dress . Besides , the empress sometimes liked a boy , And had just buried the fair - faced Lanskoi.4 XLVIII . No wonder then that ...
... seem'd to express , That though he look'd one of the seraphim , There lurk'd a man beneath the spirit's dress . Besides , the empress sometimes liked a boy , And had just buried the fair - faced Lanskoi.4 XLVIII . No wonder then that ...
Side 27
... seems to depend : And hence some heathenish philosophers Make love the main - spring of the universe . LXXIV . Besides platonic love , besides the love Of God , the love of sentiment , the loving Of faithful pairs- ( I needs must rhyme ...
... seems to depend : And hence some heathenish philosophers Make love the main - spring of the universe . LXXIV . Besides platonic love , besides the love Of God , the love of sentiment , the loving Of faithful pairs- ( I needs must rhyme ...
Side 40
... seem a schoolboy's whine , And yet I seek not to be grand nor witty , But I am half a Scot by birth , and bred A whole one , and my heart flies to my head , - XVIII . As « auld lang syne » brings Scotland 40 DON JUAN .
... seem a schoolboy's whine , And yet I seek not to be grand nor witty , But I am half a Scot by birth , and bred A whole one , and my heart flies to my head , - XVIII . As « auld lang syne » brings Scotland 40 DON JUAN .
Side 41
... seems My childhood in this childishness of mine : I care not ' t is a glimpse of « auld lang syne . » XIX . And though , as you remember , in a fit Of wrath and rhyme , when juvenile and curly , I rail'd at Scots to show my wrath and ...
... seems My childhood in this childishness of mine : I care not ' t is a glimpse of « auld lang syne . » XIX . And though , as you remember , in a fit Of wrath and rhyme , when juvenile and curly , I rail'd at Scots to show my wrath and ...
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ABBOT Adeline ALTADA ANGIOLINA ARBACES Assyria aught beauty BELESES beneath BENINTENDE BERTRAM BERTUCCIO FALIERO blood breath brow CALENDARO call'd CANTO CHAMOIS CHAMOIS HUNTER Council of Ten dare death DOGE Doge of Venice Don Juan dost doth dread Duke e'er earth Exit eyes fear feel foes gaze Giaour glory hath hear heard heart heaven honour hour ISRAEL BERTUCCIO king knew Lady least leave less light LIONI live look look'd lord MANFRED Marino Faliero Michel Steno MYRRHA ne'er never night noble Note o'er once palace PANIA Parisina pass'd passion patrician perhaps prince Saint Saint Peter SALEMENES SARDANAPALUS satraps seem'd SFERO SIGNOR sire slave smile soldiers soul sovereign speak spirit stanza Steno sword tell thee there's thine things thou hast thought throne true turn'd unto Venice voice whate'er words wouldst young youth ZARINA
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Side 382 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd...
Side 15 - But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we, Half dust, half deity, alike unfit To sink or soar, with our mix'd essence make A conflict of its elements, and breathe The breath of degradation and of pride, Contending with low wants and lofty will, Till our mortality predominates, And men are — what they name not to themselves, And trust not to each other.
Side 311 - 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.
Side 64 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Side 404 - But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent ; Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race, There from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; • Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse ; Thy victims ere they yet expire , Shall know the dsemon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are wither'd on the stem.
Side 56 - Caesars' palace came The owl's long cry, and, interruptedly, Of distant sentinels the fitful song Begun and died upon the gentle wind. Some cypresses beyond the time-worn breach Appeared to skirt the horizon ; yet they stood Within a bow-shot.
Side 62 - A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusky, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown On a fool's head - and there is London Town!
Side 56 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome ; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...
Side 40 - I do bear This punishment for both — that thou wilt be One of the blessed — and that I shall die ; For hitherto all hateful things conspire To bind me in existence — in a life Which makes me shrink from immortality — A future like the past.
Side 335 - The angels all were singing out of tune, And hoarse with having little else to do, Excepting to wind up the sun and moon, Or curb a runaway young star or two, Or wild colt of a comet, which too soon Broke out of bounds o'er the ethereal blue, Splitting some planet with its playful tail, As boats are sometimes by a wanton whale.