Don Juan: Cantos XII.-XIII.-and XIVJohn Hunt, 1823 - 168 pàgines |
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Pàgina 60 - Redressing injury, revenging wrong. To aid the damsel and destroy the caitiff; Opposing singly the united strong. From foreign yoke to free the helpless native; — Alas!
Pàgina 112 - And angling, too, that solitary vice, Whatever Izaak Walton sings or says: The quaint, old, cruel coxcomb, in his gullet Should have a hook, and a small trout to pull it.
Pàgina 85 - Within a niche, nigh to its pinnacle, Twelve saints had once stood sanctified in stone; But these had fallen, not when the friars fell, But in the war which struck Charles from his throne, When each house was a fortalice — as tell The annals of full many a line undone, — The gallant cavaliers, who fought in vain For those who knew not to resign or reign.
Pàgina 90 - Generals, some all in armour, of the old And iron time, ere lead had ta'en the lead; Others in wigs of Marlborough's martial fold, Huger than twelve of our degenerate breed: Lordlings, with staves of white or keys of gold: Nimrods, whose canvas scarce...
Pàgina 165 - Tis strange, — but true ; for truth is always strange; Stranger than fiction : if it could be told, How much would novels gain by the exchange ! How differently the world would men behold ! How oft would vice and virtue places change ! The new world would be nothing to the old, If some Columbus of the moral seas Would show mankind their souls
Pàgina 138 - Tis so becoming to the soul and face, Sets to soft music the harmonious sigh, And robes sweet friendship in a Brussels lace. Without a friend, what were humanity, To hunt our errors up with a good grace ? Consoling us with — "Would you had thought twice! Ah ! if you had but follow'd my advice I
Pàgina 25 - But now I'm going to be immoral ; now I mean to show things really as they are, Not as they ought to be : for I avow, That till we see what's what in fact, we're far From much improvement with that virtuous plough ; Which skims the surface, leaving scarce a scar Upon the black loam long manured by Vice, . * Only to keep its corn at the old price.
Pàgina 84 - Its outlet dash'd into a deep cascade, Sparkling with foam, until again subsiding, Its shriller echoes — like an infant made Quiet — sank into softer ripples...
Pàgina 88 - The mansion's self was vast and venerable, With more of the monastic than has been Elsewhere preserved : the cloisters still were stable, The cells, too, and refectory, I ween : An exquisite small chapel had been able, Still unimpair'd, to decorate the scene ; The rest had been reformed, replaced, or sunk, And spoke more of the baron than the monk.
Pàgina 86 - Streaming from off the sun like seraph's wings, Now yawns all desolate : now loud, now fainter, The gale sweeps through its fretwork, and oft sings The owl his anthem, where the silenced quire Lie with their hallelujahs quench'd like fire.