Don Juan: Cantos XII.-XIII.-and XIV

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John Hunt, 1823 - 168 pages
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Page 112 - And angling, too, that solitary vice, Whatever Izaak Walton sings or says: The quaint, old, cruel coxcomb, in his gullet Should have a hook, and a small trout to pull it.
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Page 87 - Amidst the court a Gothic fountain play'd, Symmetrical, but deck'd with, carvings quaint — Strange faces, like to men in masquerade, And here perhaps a monster, there a saint : The spring gush'd through grim mouths of granite made, And sparkled into basins, where it spent Its little torrent in a thousand bubbles, Like man's vain glory, and his vainer troubles.
Page 165 - Tis strange, — but true ; for truth is always strange ; Stranger than fiction : if it could be told, How much would novels gain by the exchange ; How differently the world would men behold ! How oft would vice and virtue places change I The new world would be nothing to the old, If some Columbus of the moral seas Would show mankind their souls
Page 138 - There's nought in this bad world like sympathy : 'Tis so becoming to the soul and face ; Sets to soft music the harmonious sigh, And robes sweet Friendship in a Brussels lace. Without a friend, what were humanity, To hunt our errors up with a good grace ? Consoling us with — " Would you had thought twice ! " Ah ! if you had but follow'd my advice !
Page 85 - The annals of full many a line undone, — The gallant cavaliers, who fought in vain For those who knew not to resign or reign.
Page 121 - Besides, my Muse by no means deals in fiction : She gathers a repertory of facts, Of course with some reserve and slight restriction, But mostly sings of human things and acts — And that's one cause she meets with contradiction ; For too much truth, at first sight, ne'er attracts ; And were her object only what's call'd glory, With more ease too she'd tell a different story.
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Page 106 - Or sauntered through the gardens piteously, And made upon the hot-house several strictures, Or rode a nag, which trotted not too high, Or on the morning papers read their lectures, Or on the watch their longing eyes would fix, Longing at sixty for the hour of six. • cm. But none were

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