The poetical works of lord Byron, Volume 6 |
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Adeline Ali Pacha Auld Lang Syne Baba beauty blood brow call'd CANTO Catherine Cavalier Servente Circassians Cossacques Courland death devil Don Juan doubt dream Duc de Richelieu Dudù e'er earth eyes face fair fame feelings gazed gentle Giaours glory grace grew Gulbeyaz hath head heard heart heaven hero houris human human clay Juan's Juanna kind kings knew ladies late least leave less look look'd Lord Byron LVIII LXXVII LXXXIV mind moral Muse ne'er never nought o'er once pass'd passion pause Perhaps Petersburgh poet Prince de Ligne replied rhyme Russian scarce seem'd seen Seraskier show'd sigh slight smile soul stood strange sublime Suwarrow sweet tell there's things thou thought thousand true truth turn'd twas twill unto Voltaire what's wish wish'd words young youth
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Page 436 - ["That the dead are seen no more," said Imlac, "I will not undertake to maintain, against the concurrent and unvaried testimony of all ages, and of all nations. There is no people, rude or unlearned, among whom apparitions of the dead are not related and believed. This opinion, which prevails as far as human nature
Page 406 - perfume to the violet." This version by no means improves the original, which is as follows,— " To gild refined gold, to paint the lily. To throw a perfume on the violet,
Page 424 - Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon : and let men say, we be men of good government; being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we—steal."—
Page 289 - It stood embosom'd in a happy valley, Crown'd by high woodlands, where the Druid oak Stood, like Caractacus, in act to rally His host, with broad arms 'gainst the thunderstroke, And from beneath his boughs were seen to sally The dappled foresters; as day awoke, The branching stag swept down with all his herd, To
Page 357 - Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twist 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
Page 436 - have agreed in a tale which nothing but experience can make credible. That it u doubted by single cavillers, can very little weaken the general evidence ; and some, who deny it with their tongues, confess it with their
Page 153 - Motion was in their days, rest in their slumbers, And cheerfulness the handmaid of their toil; Nor yet too many nor too few their numbers; Corruption could not make their hearts her soil; The lust which stings, the splendour which encumbers, With the free foresters divide no spoil; Serene, not sullen, were the solitudes
Page 19 - Anon her thin wan fingers beat the wall In time to his old tune; he changed the theme, And sung of love; the fierce name struck through all Her recollection; on her flash'd the dream Of what she was, and is, if ye could call To be so being ; in a gushing stream The tears
Page 408 - ["Forsooth a great arithmetician, One Michael Cassio, a Florentine, That never set a squadron in the field, Nor the division of a battle knows More than a spinster : unless the bookish theoric,
Page 277 - Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away; A single laugh demolish'd the right arm Of his own country;—seldom since that day Has Spain had heroes. While Romance could charm, The world gave ground before her bright array; And therefore have his volumes done such harm, That all their glory, as a composition, Was