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"Farewell!" For in that word--that fatal word--howe'er We promise--hope--believe--there breathes despair. - Corsair (canto I, st. 15) [Farewell : Hope] The power of Thought,--the magic of the Mind! - Corsair (canto I, st. 8) [Thought] Hope, withering, fled--and Mercy sighed farewell. - Corsair (canto I, st. 9) [Hope] There was a laughing Devil in his sneer, That raised emotions both of rage and fear. - Corsair (canto I, st. 9) [Sneer] Oh! too convincing--dangerously dear-- In woman's eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue--at once her spear and shield. - Corsair (canto II, st. 15) [Proverbs : Tears] What gem hath dropp'd, and sparkles o'er his chain? The tear most sacred, shed for other's pain, That starts at once--bright pure--from Pity's mine, Already polish'd by the hand divine! - Corsair (canto II, st. 15) [Tears] Around his form his loose long robe was thrown, And wrapt a breast bestowed on heaven alone. - Corsair (canto II, st. 3) [Apparel] No words suffice the secret soul to show, For Truth denies all eloquence to Woe. - Corsair (canto III, st. 22) [Truth] The fatal facility of the octosyllabic verse. - Corsair (preface) [Poetry] So let him stand, through ages yet unborn, Fix'd statue on the pedestal of Scorn. - Curse of Minerva (l. 206) [Scorn] I had a dream, which was not all a dream. - Darkness [Dreams] The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, The Moon, their Mistress, had expired before; The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air, And the clouds perish'd; darkness had no need Of aid from them--she was the Universe. - Darkness [Darkness] The world was void, The populous and the powerful was a lump, Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless-- A lump of death--a chaos of hard clay. - Darkness (l. 69) [Chaos] Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown! - Destruction of Sennacherib [War] The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold. - Destruction of Sennacherib [War] Blushed like the waves of hell. - Devil's Drive (st. 5) [Blushes] Through life's road, so dim and dirty, I have dragged to three and thirty; What have these years left to me? Nothing, except thirty-three. - Diary, in Moore's "Life of Byron", vol. II, p. 414, first edition [Life] I tell him, if a clergyman, he lies! If captains the remark, or critics, make, Why they lie also--under a mistake. - Don Juan [Lying] Sooner shall this blue ocean melt to air, Sooner shall earth resolve itself to sea, Than I resign thine image, oh ,my fair! Or think of any thing, excepting thee. - Don Juan [Constancy : Remembrance] 'Tis sweet to hear At midnight, on the blue and moonlight deep, The song and oar of Adria's gondolier, By distance mellow'd, o'er the waters sweep; 'Tis sweet to see the evening star appear; 'Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf; 'tis sweet to view on high The rainbow, based on ocean, span the sky. Sweet is the vintage, when the showering grapes In Bacchanal profusion reel to earth, Purple and gushing; sweet are our escapes From civic revelry to rural mirth; Sweet to the miser are his glittering heaps; Sweet to the father is his first born's birth; Sweet is revenge--especially to women, Pillage to soldiers, prize-money to seamen. 'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouth'd welcome as we draw near home: 'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come: 'Tis sweet to be awaken'd by the lark, Or lull'd by falling waters; sweet the hum Of bees, the voice of girls, the song of birds, The lisp of children and their earliest words. - Don Juan (canto I) [Sweetness] I want a hero: an uncommon want, When every year and month sends forth a new one. - Don Juan (canto I, st. 1) [Heroes] The devil's in the moon for mischief; they Who call'd her chaste, methinks, began too soon Their nomenclature; there is not a day, The longest, not the twenty-first of June, Sees half the business in a wicked way, On which three single hours of moonshine smile-- And then she looks so modest all the while! - Don Juan (canto I, st. 113) [Moon] And whispering, "I will ne'er consent," consented. - Don Juan (canto I, st. 117) [Proverbs : Wooing] 'Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf; 'tis sweet to view on high The rainbow, based on ocean, span the sky. - Don Juan (canto I, st. 122) [Rainbows] 'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouth'd welcome as we draw near home; 'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come. - Don Juan (canto I, st. 123) [Welcome] Displaying page 22 of 34 for this author: << Prev Next >> 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 [22] 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34
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