Don Juan. Cantos i. to v. [by lord Byron].Griffin, 1823 |
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Сторінка v
... there is a good deal of talk , there is usually a great deal of scandal and falsehood , -which I dare say is the case in this instance ; but as to Lord Byron's Life , I know no more than the man in the moon ! " " Nonsense ! " re- plied ...
... there is a good deal of talk , there is usually a great deal of scandal and falsehood , -which I dare say is the case in this instance ; but as to Lord Byron's Life , I know no more than the man in the moon ! " " Nonsense ! " re- plied ...
Сторінка vi
... there have " The book , " says one , " is been various answers given . so very licentious , that it suits the corrupt taste of the age . " Now this I deny . In the first place , " Don Juan , " as a book , is not licentious . Let those ...
... there have " The book , " says one , " is been various answers given . so very licentious , that it suits the corrupt taste of the age . " Now this I deny . In the first place , " Don Juan , " as a book , is not licentious . Let those ...
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... There's no more to be said of Trafalgar , ' Tis with our hero quietly inurn'd ; Because the army's grown more popular , At which the naval people are concern'd : Besides , the Prince is all for the land - service , Forgetting Duncan ...
... There's no more to be said of Trafalgar , ' Tis with our hero quietly inurn'd ; Because the army's grown more popular , At which the naval people are concern'd : Besides , the Prince is all for the land - service , Forgetting Duncan ...
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... there's none more pretty , Cadiz perhaps but that you soon may see ; Don Juan's parents lived beside the river , A noble stream , and called the Guadalquiver , IX . His father's name was Jose - Don of course , A true Hidalgo , free from ...
... there's none more pretty , Cadiz perhaps but that you soon may see ; Don Juan's parents lived beside the river , A noble stream , and called the Guadalquiver , IX . His father's name was Jose - Don of course , A true Hidalgo , free from ...
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... there , Although her mode of speaking was not pure ; For native Spanish she had no great care , At least her conversation was obscure ; Her thoughts were theorems - her words a problem- As if she deem'd that mystery would ennoble ' em ...
... there , Although her mode of speaking was not pure ; For native Spanish she had no great care , At least her conversation was obscure ; Her thoughts were theorems - her words a problem- As if she deem'd that mystery would ennoble ' em ...
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Antonia appear'd Baba beautiful blood boat Bosphorus breath Cadiz call'd CANTO charming chaste 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 Gulleyaz Haidee Haidee's half hand heart Heaven Hellespont hope hour human clay Juan's Julia kiss knew lady least leave lips look look'd Lord Byron lover maid mistress moon moral Muse ne'er never night Noah's ark o'er ocean pair Parnassian pass'd passion Pedrillo perhaps poets pray renegado rhymes round Samian wine Sappho scarce seem'd sherbet shore sigh sire slaves sleep smile song soul Spain stanza stood strange sweet tears tell There's things third sex thou thought true turn'd Twas twere waves whate'er wife wind wine words young youth
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