The Complete Works of Lord Byron: Including His Suppressed Poems, and Others Never Before Published ...Baudry, 1832 |
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Side 17
... burning core : Even innocence itself has many a wile , And will not dare to trust itself with truth , And love is taught hypocrisy from youth . 67 2 LXXIII . But passion most dissembles , yet betrays Even IV . DON JUAN . 17 17.
... burning core : Even innocence itself has many a wile , And will not dare to trust itself with truth , And love is taught hypocrisy from youth . 67 2 LXXIII . But passion most dissembles , yet betrays Even IV . DON JUAN . 17 17.
Side 18
... passion most dissembles , yet betrays Even by its darkness ; as the blackest sky Foretells the heaviest tempest , it displays Its workings through the vainly - guarded eye , And in whatever aspect it arrays Itself , ' t is still the ...
... passion most dissembles , yet betrays Even by its darkness ; as the blackest sky Foretells the heaviest tempest , it displays Its workings through the vainly - guarded eye , And in whatever aspect it arrays Itself , ' t is still the ...
Side 28
... passionate love — it stands alone , Like Adam's recollection of his fall ; The tee of knowledge has been pluck'd — all ' s known— And life yields nothing further to recall , Worthy of this ambrosial sin , so shown , No doubt in fable ...
... passionate love — it stands alone , Like Adam's recollection of his fall ; The tee of knowledge has been pluck'd — all ' s known— And life yields nothing further to recall , Worthy of this ambrosial sin , so shown , No doubt in fable ...
Side 39
... passion . CLXXXII . He left the room for his relinquish'd sword , 66 And Julia instant to the closet flew ; Fly , Juan , fly ! for Heaven's sake - not a word- The door is open - you may yet slip through The passage you so often have ...
... passion . CLXXXII . He left the room for his relinquish'd sword , 66 And Julia instant to the closet flew ; Fly , Juan , fly ! for Heaven's sake - not a word- The door is open - you may yet slip through The passage you so often have ...
Side 42
... passion , which still rages as before ; And so farewell - forgive me , love me — No , That word is idle now - but let it go , CXCVI . " My breast has been all weakness , is so yet ; But still , I think , I can collect my mind ; My blood ...
... passion , which still rages as before ; And so farewell - forgive me , love me — No , That word is idle now - but let it go , CXCVI . " My breast has been all weakness , is so yet ; But still , I think , I can collect my mind ; My blood ...
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Adeline Baba beautiful better blood Bowles call'd CANTO Catholic CIII Cossacks Darvell death devil Don Juan doubt e'er earth eyes face fair fame feelings gazed glory grace Greece grew Gulbeyaz Haidee hath head heart heaven hero houris human human clay Juan's Julia king knew lady late least leave less look look'd Lord LORD BYRON LXXII LXXXVI marriage mind moral Muse ne'er never night Note nought o'er once pass'd passion perhaps poet poetical poetry Pope pretty renegado rhyme Saint Saint Peter Samian wine scarce seem'd seen shore show'd sigh slight smile soul Spain spirit Stanza stood strange sublime Suwarrow sweet tears tell There's things thou thought true truth turn'd unto Voltaire Wat Tyler waves whate'er wind wish words XXXIII young youth
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Side 110 - 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.
Side 111 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one?
Side 111 - Must we but blush?— Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no;— the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one, arise,— we come, we come!
Side 349 - Within a niche, nigh to its pinnacle, Twelve saints had once stood sanctified in stone; But these had fallen, not when the friars fell, But in the war which struck Charles from his throne...
Side 93 - Oh, Love ! what is it in this world of ours Which makes it fatal to be loved ? Ah, why With cypress branches hast thou wreathed thy bowers, And made thy best interpreter a sigh ? As those who dote on odours pluck the flowers, And place them on their breast — but place to die : Thus the frail beings we would fondly cherish Are laid within our bosoms but to perish.
Side 293 - 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 ! LXXXIII.
Side 503 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust, disused, and shine no more, My Mary!
Side 113 - Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses Instead of speech, may form a lasting link Of ages; to what straits old Time reduces Frail man, when paper — even a rag like this, Survives himself, his tomb, and all that's his!
Side 67 - Brighten'd, and for a moment seem'd to roam, He squeezed from out a rag some drops of rain Into his dying child's mouth- but in vain. The boy expired- the father held the clay, And...
Side 86 - A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth, and love, And beauty, all concentrating like rays Into one focus, kindled from above; Such kisses as belong to early days, Where heart, and soul, and sense, in concert move...