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... present days Is not the certain path to future praise . IX . He that reserves his laurels for posterity ( Who does not often claim the bright reversion ) Has generally no great crop to spare it , he Being only injured by his own ...
... present days Is not the certain path to future praise . IX . He that reserves his laurels for posterity ( Who does not often claim the bright reversion ) Has generally no great crop to spare it , he Being only injured by his own ...
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... 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 ' 99 ( Horace makes this the heroic turnpike road ) , And then your hero tells ...
... 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 ' 99 ( Horace makes this the heroic turnpike road ) , And then your hero tells ...
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... present , at the least , he's fast , And if we can but till the morning keep Our counsel- ( Juan , mind , you must not sleep ) . " CLXXIII . Now , Don Alfonso entering , but alone , Closed the oration of the trusty maid : She loiter'd ...
... present , at the least , he's fast , And if we can but till the morning keep Our counsel- ( Juan , mind , you must not sleep ) . " CLXXIII . Now , Don Alfonso entering , but alone , Closed the oration of the trusty maid : She loiter'd ...
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... it o'er again - ' t would pass- So thank your stars that matters are no worse , And read your Bible , Sir , and mind your purse . " CCXXI . But for the present , gentle reader ! DON JUAN . 61 The credulous hope of mutual minds is o'er, ...
... it o'er again - ' t would pass- So thank your stars that matters are no worse , And read your Bible , Sir , and mind your purse . " CCXXI . But for the present , gentle reader ! DON JUAN . 61 The credulous hope of mutual minds is o'er, ...
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... present , gentle reader ! and Still gentler purchaser ! the bard — that's I- Must , with permission , shake you by the hand , And so your humble servant , and good - b'ye ! We meet again , if we should understand Each other ; and if not ...
... present , gentle reader ! and Still gentler purchaser ! the bard — that's I- Must , with permission , shake you by the hand , And so your humble servant , and good - b'ye ! We meet again , if we should understand Each other ; and if not ...
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Page 131 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks They have a king who buys and sells; In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells: But Turkish force, and Latin fraud, Would break your shield, however broad.
Page 129 - 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.
Page 132 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
Page 74 - Louder than the loud ocean, like a crash Of echoing thunder; and then all was hush'd, Save the wild wind and the remorseless dash Of billows; but at intervals there gush'd, Accompanied with a convulsive splash, A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony.
Page 131 - 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.
Page 135 - 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.
Page 132 - 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!
Page 74 - As eager to anticipate their grave ; And the sea yawned around her, like a hell, And down she sucked with her the whirling wave, Like one who grapples with his enemy, And strives to strangle him before he die.
Page 153 - Thus lived — thus died she ; never more on her Shall sorrow light, or shame — She was not made Through years or moons the inner weight to bear, Which colder hearts endure till they are laid By age in earth ; her days and pleasures were Brief, but delightful — such as had not staid Long with her destiny ; but she sleeps well By the sea-shore, whereon she loved to dwell.
Page 130 - 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?