The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals and His Life, Volume 16John Murray, 1847 |
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... head , so fierce and high- Each broke to drown her , yet she could not die . XXXII . Anon - she was released , and then she stray'd ( ' ) O'er the sharp ' shingles with her bleeding feet , And stumbled almost every step she made ; And ...
... head , so fierce and high- Each broke to drown her , yet she could not die . XXXII . Anon - she was released , and then she stray'd ( ' ) O'er the sharp ' shingles with her bleeding feet , And stumbled almost every step she made ; And ...
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... head . " Then look'd close at the flint , as if to see ' Twas fresh - for he had lately used the lock- And next proceeded quietly to cock . XLI . It has a strange quick jar upon the ear , That cocking of a pistol , when you know A ...
... head . " Then look'd close at the flint , as if to see ' Twas fresh - for he had lately used the lock- And next proceeded quietly to cock . XLI . It has a strange quick jar upon the ear , That cocking of a pistol , when you know A ...
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... head , His own shall roll before you like a ball ! ” He raised his whistle , as the word he said , And blew , another answer'd to the call , ( 1 ) [ The reader will observe a curious mark of propinquity which the poet notices , with ...
... head , His own shall roll before you like a ball ! ” He raised his whistle , as the word he said , And blew , another answer'd to the call , ( 1 ) [ The reader will observe a curious mark of propinquity which the poet notices , with ...
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... head . the arm , ( 1 ) [ MS . " He held her like a serpent's folds : then flew Upon her prey , " & c . ] ( 2 ) [ MS . " Received a sabre cut , his turban through . " ] ( 3 ) [ MS .- " His man was prostrate , bleeding at his foot With ...
... head . the arm , ( 1 ) [ MS . " He held her like a serpent's folds : then flew Upon her prey , " & c . ] ( 2 ) [ MS . " Received a sabre cut , his turban through . " ] ( 3 ) [ MS .- " His man was prostrate , bleeding at his foot With ...
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... head droop'd as when the lily lies [ bore O'ercharged with rain : her summon'd handmaids ( 1 ) [ The suffocating blast of the Desert . See antè , Vol . IX . p . 159. ] ( 2 ) [ MS .- " The blood gush'd from her lips , and ears , and eyes ...
... head droop'd as when the lily lies [ bore O'ercharged with rain : her summon'd handmaids ( 1 ) [ The suffocating blast of the Desert . See antè , Vol . IX . p . 159. ] ( 2 ) [ MS .- " The blood gush'd from her lips , and ears , and eyes ...
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Page 45 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Page 16 - ... we are somewhat more than ourselves in our sleeps, and the slumber of the body seems to be but the waking of the soul. It is the ligation of sense, but the liberty of reason; and our waking conceptions do not match the fancies of our sleeps.
Page 135 - Not where he eats, but where he is eaten : a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet : we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots...
Page 6 - And if I laugh at any mortal thing, Tis that I may not weep...
Page 122 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Page 16 - I am no way facetious, nor disposed for the mirth and galliardize of company; yet in one dream I can compose a whole comedy, behold the action, apprehend the jests, and laugh myself awake at the conceits thereof. Were my memory as faithful as my reason is then fruitful, I would never study but in my dreams; and this time also would I choose for my devotions...
Page 177 - I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
Page 6 - In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays; Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know, That life protracted is protracted woe. Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, And shuts up all the passages of joy: In vain their gifts the bounteous seasons pour, The fruit autumnal, and the vernal...
Page 225 - Why, so can I ; or so can any man : But will they come, when you do call for them ? Glend.
Page 21 - It has a strange quick jar upon the ear, That cocking of a pistol, when you know A moment more will bring the sight to bear Upon your person, twelve yards off, or so ; A gentlemanly distance, not too near, If you have got a former friend for foe ; But after being fired at once or twice, The ear becomes more Irish, and less nice.