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... the totality Of deeds to human happiness most dear , Turns out to be a butcher in great business , Afflicting young folks with a sort of dizziness . LXXXIV . Medals , ranks , ribbons , lace , 24 Canto VII . DON JUAN .
... the totality Of deeds to human happiness most dear , Turns out to be a butcher in great business , Afflicting young folks with a sort of dizziness . LXXXIV . Medals , ranks , ribbons , lace , 24 Canto VII . DON JUAN .
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... turn A couplet , or an elegy to claim , Would form a léngthy lexicon of glory , And what is worse still , a much longer story : XVIII . And therefore we must give the greater number To the Gazette - which doubtless fairly dealt By the ...
... turn A couplet , or an elegy to claim , Would form a léngthy lexicon of glory , And what is worse still , a much longer story : XVIII . And therefore we must give the greater number To the Gazette - which doubtless fairly dealt By the ...
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... turns of Fortune's tides , Was on a sudden rather puzzled bere , When , after a good deal of heavy firing , He found himself alone , and friends retiring . XXVIII . I don't know how the thing occurred - it might Be that the greater part ...
... turns of Fortune's tides , Was on a sudden rather puzzled bere , When , after a good deal of heavy firing , He found himself alone , and friends retiring . XXVIII . I don't know how the thing occurred - it might Be that the greater part ...
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... turn Slain by some Mussulmans , who would not yet , Without resistance , see their city burn . The walls were won , but ' twas an even bet Which of the armies would have cause to mourn : ' Twas blow for blow , disputing inch by inch ...
... turn Slain by some Mussulmans , who would not yet , Without resistance , see their city burn . The walls were won , but ' twas an even bet Which of the armies would have cause to mourn : ' Twas blow for blow , disputing inch by inch ...
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... Turns life to terror , even though in its sheath : Mark ! how its lipless mouth grins without breath ! XII . Mark ! how it laughs and scorns at all you are ! And yet was what you are : from ear to ear It laughs not - there is now no ...
... Turns life to terror , even though in its sheath : Mark ! how its lipless mouth grins without breath ! XII . Mark ! how it laughs and scorns at all you are ! And yet was what you are : from ear to ear It laughs not - there is now no ...
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Auld Lang Syne Aurora beauty beneath blood called chaste Cossacques costive dames deem devil Don Juan doth doubt dread e'er END OF CANTO eyes fair fame feelings Friar friends gainst gentle glory grace hate hath heard heart Heaven heroes honour Houris human human clay John Bull Johnson Juan's knew Lady Adeline late least leave less look Lord Henry LXVII LXXXIV marriage mean Miss moral Muse nation ne'er never nought o'er once passion Perhaps praise pretty preux Chevalier Prince de Ligne Pyrrho ragoût rhyme Russian sage scarce seen Seraskier Shooter's Hill sigh slight smile sometimes sort soul spirit strange sublime Suwarrow sweet tell there's things thou thought thousand truth turn twas twill unto virtue what's whole wild wish wonder XXVIII XXXII young youth
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Page 25 - A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusky, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown On a fool's head - and there is London Town!
Page 30 - Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt 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 Of empires heave but like some passing waves.
Page 6 - Syne" brings Scotland, one and all, Scotch plaids, Scotch snoods, the blue hills, and clear streams, The Dee, the Don, Balgounie's brig's black wall, All my boy feelings, all my gentler dreams Of what I then dreamt, clothed in their own pall, Like Banquo's offspring: — floating past me seems My childhood, in this childishness of mine: I care not — 'tis a glimpse of "Auld Lang Syne.
Page 8 - And I will war, at least in words (and — should My chance so happen — deeds) with all who war With Thought ;— and of Thought's foes by far most rude Tyrants and sycophants have been and are. I know not who may conquer : if I could Have such a prescience, it should be no bar To this my plain, sworn, downright detestation Of every despotism in every nation.
Page 20 - Huge halls, long galleries, spacious chambers, join'd By no quite lawful marriage of the arts, Might shock a connoisseur; but when combined, Form'da whole which, irregular in parts, Yet left a grand impression on the mind...
Page 17 - But Juan was my Moscow, and Faliero My Leipsic, and my Mont Saint Jean seems Cain :
Page 27 - Is yet within the unread events of time. Thus far, go forth, thou lay, which I will back Against the same given quantity of rhyme, For being as much the subject of attack As ever yet was any work sublime, By those who love to say that white is black. So much the better ! — I may stand alone, But would not change my free thoughts for a throne.
Page 18 - 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 19 - But in the noontide of the moon, and when The wind is winged from one point of heaven, There moans a strange unearthly sound, which then Is musical — a dying accent driven Through the huge arch, which soars and sinks again. Some deem it but the distant echo given Back to the night wind by the waterfall, And harmonized by the old choral wall.
Page 14 - But beware! beware of the Black Friar He still retains his sway For he is yet the church's heir Whoever may be the lay. Amundeville is lord by day, But the monk is lord by night, Nor wine nor wassail could raise a vassal To question that friar's right.