The works of ... lord Byron, 第 9~10 巻 |
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... open with a line ( Although it cost me half an hour in spinning ) Narrating somewhat of Don Juan's father , And also of his mother , if you'd rather . VIII . In Seville was he born , a pleasant 10 Canto F DON JUAN . VI. ...
... open with a line ( Although it cost me half an hour in spinning ) Narrating somewhat of Don Juan's father , And also of his mother , if you'd rather . VIII . In Seville was he born , a pleasant 10 Canto F DON JUAN . VI. ...
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... father's name was Jóse Don , of course , - A true Hidalgo , free from overy stain Of Moor or Hebrew blood , he traced his source Through the most Gothic gentlemen of Spain ; A better cavalier ne'er mounted horse , Or , being mounted , e ...
... father's name was Jóse Don , of course , - A true Hidalgo , free from overy stain Of Moor or Hebrew blood , he traced his source Through the most Gothic gentlemen of Spain ; A better cavalier ne'er mounted horse , Or , being mounted , e ...
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... father well , and have some skill In character but it would not be fair From sire to son to augur good or ill : He and his wife were an ill - sorted pair But scandal's my aversion I protest Against all evil speaking , even in jest . III ...
... father well , and have some skill In character but it would not be fair From sire to son to augur good or ill : He and his wife were an ill - sorted pair But scandal's my aversion I protest Against all evil speaking , even in jest . III ...
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... father swears , And wonders why the devil he got heirs . CI . But Inez was so anxious , and so clear Of sight , that I must think , on this occasion , She had some other motive much more near For leaving Juan to this new temptation ...
... father swears , And wonders why the devil he got heirs . CI . But Inez was so anxious , and so clear Of sight , that I must think , on this occasion , She had some other motive much more near For leaving Juan to this new temptation ...
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... father is his first - born's birth , Sweet is revenge especially to women , → Pillage to soldiers , prize - money to seamen . CXXV . Sweet is a legacy , and passing sweet The unexpected death of some old lady Or gentleman of seventy ...
... father is his first - born's birth , Sweet is revenge especially to women , → Pillage to soldiers , prize - money to seamen . CXXV . Sweet is a legacy , and passing sweet The unexpected death of some old lady Or gentleman of seventy ...
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Algiers Antonia appear'd Baba beautiful blood boat Bosphorus breath Cadiz call'd CANTO charming cheek CIII dead death deep devil Don Alfonso Don Juan Donna Inez doubt e'er earth eunuch eyes face fair fame father's feelings flash'd form'd gazed giaour gold grew Haidee Haidée's hair half hand heart heaven Hellespont hope hour human clay Juan's Julia kiss knew lady least leave lips look look'd lover maid mistress moral mother Muse ne'er never night Noah's ark o'er ocean pair pale Parnassian pass'd passion Pedrillo perhaps poets pray renegado rhymes round Samian wine Sappho scarce seem'd sherbet shore sigh sing sire slaves sleep smile song soul Spain stanza stood strange tears tell There's things third sex thou thought Tis sweet true turn'd Twas twere wave whate'er wife wind wine words youth
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50 ページ - 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.
56 ページ - But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...
104 ページ - Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'Tis woman's whole existence ; man may range The court, camp, church, the vessel, and the mart ; Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart, And few there are whom these cannot estrange ; Men have all these resources, we but one, To love again, and be again undone.
52 ページ - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
54 ページ - 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? You have the letters Cadmus gave, — Think ye he meant them for a slave?
53 ページ - 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 ! " 'Tis but the living who are dumb.
66 ページ - Soft hour ! which wakes the wish and melts the heart Of those who sail the seas, on the first day When they from their sweet friends are torn apart ; Or fills with love the pilgrim on his way, As the far bell of vesper makes him start, Seeming to weep the dying day's decay.
212 ページ - Man, being reasonable, must get drunk ; The best of life is but intoxication : Glory, the grape, love, gold, in these are sunk The hopes of all men, and of every nation ; Without their sap, how branchless were the trunk Of life's strange tree, so fruitful on occasion : But to return, — Get very drunk ; and when You wake with headache, you shall see what then.
7 ページ - I want a hero: an uncommon want, When every year and month sends forth a new one, Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant, The age discovers he is not the true one: Of such as these I should not care to vaunt, I'll therefore take our ancient friend Don Juan — We all have seen him, in the Pantomime Sent to the devil, somewhat ere his time.
149 ページ - Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell — Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave, Then some leap'd overboard with dreadful yell, As eager to anticipate their grave; And the sea yawn'd around her like a hell, And down she suck'd with her the whirling wave, Like one who grapples with his enemy, And strives to strangle him before he die.