The complete works of lord Byron with a biogr. and critical notice by J. W. Lake, المجلدات 1-2 |
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... JUAN , A POEM . CANTO I. 3 Notes to Canto I. 79 CANTO II ...... 81 CANTO III .... 155 Notes to Canto III .... 197 CANTO IV ....... 199 Notes to Canto IV ..... 239 CANTO V ...... 241 Notes to Canto V .... 295 Preface to Cantos VI . - VII ...
... JUAN , A POEM . CANTO I. 3 Notes to Canto I. 79 CANTO II ...... 81 CANTO III .... 155 Notes to Canto III .... 197 CANTO IV ....... 199 Notes to Canto IV ..... 239 CANTO V ...... 241 Notes to Canto V .... 295 Preface to Cantos VI . - VII ...
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... so have been forgotten : -I condemn none , But can't find any in the present age Fit for my poem , that is for my new one ; So , as I said , I'll take my friend Don Juan . VI . Most epic poets plunge in « medias res 4 DON JUAN .
... so have been forgotten : -I condemn none , But can't find any in the present age Fit for my poem , that is for my new one ; So , as I said , I'll take my friend Don Juan . VI . Most epic poets plunge in « medias res 4 DON JUAN .
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... Juan's father , And also of his mother , if you ' d rather . VIII . In Seville was he born , a pleasant city , Famous for oranges and women - he Who has not seen it will be much to pity , So says the proverb - and I quite agree ; Of all ...
... Juan's father , And also of his mother , if you ' d rather . VIII . In Seville was he born , a pleasant city , Famous for oranges and women - he Who has not seen it will be much to pity , So says the proverb - and I quite agree ; Of all ...
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... Juan was sole heir To a chancery suit , and messuages , and lands , Which , with a long minority and care , Promised to turn out well in proper hands : Inez became sole guardian , which was fair , And answer'd but to nature's just ...
... Juan was sole heir To a chancery suit , and messuages , and lands , Which , with a long minority and care , Promised to turn out well in proper hands : Inez became sole guardian , which was fair , And answer'd but to nature's just ...
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... Juan's eyes , except natural history . XL . The languages , especially the dead ; The sciences , and most of all th ' abstruse ; The arts , at least all such as could be said To be the most remote from common use , In all these he was ...
... Juan's eyes , except natural history . XL . The languages , especially the dead ; The sciences , and most of all th ' abstruse ; The arts , at least all such as could be said To be the most remote from common use , In all these he was ...
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Albania Ali Pacha amongst Baba bard beautiful behold beneath blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath brow Cæsar canto Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE Cicero dark death deep Don Juan doubt e'er earth eyes fair fame feelings gaze Giaour glory Greece Greek Gulbeyaz Haidee hand hath heart heaven honour hope hour Juan's Julius Cæsar lady land least less live look look'd Lord Byron maid mind mortal mountains muse ne'er never Note o'er once passion perhaps Petrarch poem poet Romaic Roman Samian wine scarce scene seem'd shore sigh slaves smile song soul spirit stanza strange Suwarrow sweet tears thee thine things thou thought tomb Turks turn'd Venice waves wind woes words young ἀπὸ δὲν εἶναι εἰς καὶ μὲ νὰ τὰ τὴν τὸ τὸν τοῦ τοὺς τῶν
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الصفحة 183 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
الصفحة 166 - He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
الصفحة 183 - 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!
الصفحة 185 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see their glorious black eyes shine; But gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine— Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!
الصفحة 272 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts : — not so thou, Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow, Such as Creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now ! CLXXXIII.
الصفحة 170 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, •which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
الصفحة 237 - The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers : dost thou flow, Old Tiber ! through a marble wilderness ? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress ! LXXX.
الصفحة 185 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heracleidan blood might own.
الصفحة 158 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
الصفحة 191 - Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower. Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer.