The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, Bind 8 |
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... Mind ) alas ! Declared , with all his grand discoveries recent , That he himself felt only " like a youth Picking up shells by the great Ocean - Truth . " VI . Ecclesiastes said , that all is vanity- Most modern preachers say the same ...
... Mind ) alas ! Declared , with all his grand discoveries recent , That he himself felt only " like a youth Picking up shells by the great Ocean - Truth . " VI . Ecclesiastes said , that all is vanity- Most modern preachers say the same ...
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... mind Makes that of multitudes take one direction , As roll the waters to the breathing wind , Or roams the herd beneath the bull's protection ; Or as a little dog will lead the blind , Or a bell - wether from the flock's connection By ...
... mind Makes that of multitudes take one direction , As roll the waters to the breathing wind , Or roams the herd beneath the bull's protection ; Or as a little dog will lead the blind , Or a bell - wether from the flock's connection By ...
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... mind ; - " God save the king ! " and kings ! For if he don't , I doubt if men will longer- I think a hear a little bird , who sings The people by and by will be the stronger : The veriest jade will wince whose harness wrings So much ...
... mind ; - " God save the king ! " and kings ! For if he don't , I doubt if men will longer- I think a hear a little bird , who sings The people by and by will be the stronger : The veriest jade will wince whose harness wrings So much ...
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... Mind , Flung here by Fate , or Circumstance , which tame ' The loftiest , hurried by the time and place , Dashed on like a spurred blood - horse in a race . LV . So was his blood stirred while he found 16 Canto VIII . DON JUAN .
... Mind , Flung here by Fate , or Circumstance , which tame ' The loftiest , hurried by the time and place , Dashed on like a spurred blood - horse in a race . LV . So was his blood stirred while he found 16 Canto VIII . DON JUAN .
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... unto the summer wind , Compassion breathes along the savage mind . CVII . But he would not be taken , and replied To all the propositions of surrender By mowing Christians down on every side , As obstinate Canto VIII . 31 DON JUAN .
... unto the summer wind , Compassion breathes along the savage mind . CVII . But he would not be taken , and replied To all the propositions of surrender By mowing Christians down on every side , As obstinate Canto VIII . 31 DON JUAN .
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Auld Lang Syne Aurora beauty beneath blood called chaste Cossacques costive dames deem devil Don Juan doth doubt dread e'er END OF CANTO eyes fair fame feelings Friar friends gainst gentle glory grace hate hath heard heart Heaven heroes honour Houris human human clay John Bull Johnson Juan's knew Lady Adeline late least leave less look Lord Henry LXVII LXXXIV marriage mean Miss moral Muse nation ne'er never nought o'er once passion Perhaps praise pretty preux Chevalier Prince de Ligne Pyrrho ragoût rhyme Russian sage scarce seen Seraskier Shooter's Hill sigh slight smile sometimes sort soul spirit strange sublime Suwarrow sweet tell there's things thou thought thousand truth turn twas twill unto virtue what's whole wild wish wonder XXVIII XXXII young youth
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Side 25 - 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 30 - Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are ! How less what we may be ! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles ; as the old burst, new emerge, Lash'd from the foam of ages ; while the graves Of empires heave but like some passing waves.
Side 6 - Syne" brings Scotland, one and all, Scotch plaids, Scotch snoods, the blue hills, and clear streams, The Dee, the Don, Balgounie's brig's black wall, All my boy feelings, all my gentler dreams Of what I then dreamt, clothed in their own pall, Like Banquo's offspring: — floating past me seems My childhood, in this childishness of mine: I care not — 'tis a glimpse of "Auld Lang Syne.
Side 8 - And I will war, at least in words (and — should My chance so happen — deeds) with all who war With Thought ;— and of Thought's foes by far most rude Tyrants and sycophants have been and are. I know not who may conquer : if I could Have such a prescience, it should be no bar To this my plain, sworn, downright detestation Of every despotism in every nation.
Side 20 - Huge halls, long galleries, spacious chambers, join'd By no quite lawful marriage of the arts, Might shock a connoisseur; but when combined, Form'da whole which, irregular in parts, Yet left a grand impression on the mind...
Side 17 - But Juan was my Moscow, and Faliero My Leipsic, and my Mont Saint Jean seems Cain :
Side 27 - Is yet within the unread events of time. Thus far, go forth, thou lay, which I will back Against the same given quantity of rhyme, For being as much the subject of attack As ever yet was any work sublime, By those who love to say that white is black. So much the better ! — I may stand alone, But would not change my free thoughts for a throne.
Side 18 - The annals of full many a line undone, — The gallant cavaliers, who fought in vain For those who knew not to resign or reign.
Side 19 - But in the noontide of the moon, and when The wind is winged from one point of heaven, There moans a strange unearthly sound, which then Is musical — a dying accent driven Through the huge arch, which soars and sinks again. Some deem it but the distant echo given Back to the night wind by the waterfall, And harmonized by the old choral wall.
Side 14 - But beware! beware of the Black Friar He still retains his sway For he is yet the church's heir Whoever may be the lay. Amundeville is lord by day, But the monk is lord by night, Nor wine nor wassail could raise a vassal To question that friar's right.