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Like the lost pleiad seen no more below. - Beppo (st. 14) [Stars] For most men (till by losing rendered sager) Will back their own opinion is by a wager. - Beppo (st. 27) [Opinion] Soprano, basso, even the contra-alto Wished him five fathom under the Rialto. - Beppo (st. 32) [Music] His heart was one of those which most enamour us, Wax to receive, and marble to retain. - Beppo (st. 34) [Heart] I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth. - Beppo (st. 44) [Linguists] Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies. - Beppo (st. 45) [Eyes : Lips : Women] Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water! Ye happy mixture of more happy days! - Beppo (st. 80) [Happiness] So sweet the blush of bashfulness, E'en pity scarce can wish it less! - Bride of Abydos (canto 1, st. 8) [Blushes] Think not I am what I appear. - Bride of Abydos (canto I, sc. 12) [Appearance] Where the light wings of Zephyr, oppress'd with perfume, Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gul in her bloom. - Bride of Abydos (canto I, st. 1) [Zephyrs] Soft as the memory of buried love, Pure as the prayer which childhood wafts above. - Bride of Abydos (canto I, st. 6) [Women] The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonized the whole, And, oh! the eye was in itself a Soul! - Bride of Abydos (canto I, st. 6) [Beauty] Who doth not feel, until his failing sight Faints into dimness with its own delight, His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess, The might--the majesty of Loveliness? - Bride of Abydos (canto I, st. 6) [Beauty] Look! how he laughs and stretches out his arms, And opens wide his blue eyes upon thine, To hail his father; while his little form Flutters as winged with joy. Talk not of pain! The childless cherubs well might envy thee The pleasures of a parent. - Cain (act III, sc. I, l. 171) [Babyhood] He smiles, and sleeps!--sleep on And smile, thou little, young inheritor Of a world scarce less young: sleep on and smile! Thine are the hours and days when both are cheering And innocent! - Cain (act III, sc. I, l. 24) [Babyhood] How lovely he appears! his little cheeks In their pure incarnation, vying with The rose leaves strewn beneath them. And his lips, too, How beautifully parted! No; you shall not Kiss him; at least not now; he will wake soon-- His hour of midday rest is nearly over. - Cain (act III, sc. I. l. 24) [Babyhood] Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal. - Childe Harold (canto I, st. 10) [Parting] Might make a saintship of an anchorite. - Childe Harold (canto I, st. 11) [Holiness] Yon Sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native land--Good Night! - Childe Harold (canto I, st. 13) [Love of Country] Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land! - Childe Harold (canto I, st. 15) [Love of Country] In hope to merit Heaven by making earth a Hell. - Childe Harold (canto I, st. 20) [Heaven] For florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme, Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime. - Childe Harold (canto I, st. 3) [Poetry] Nor all that heralds rake from coffin'd clay, Nor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme, Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime. - Childe Harold (canto I, st. 3) [Crime] War, war is still the cry, "War even to the knife!" - Childe Harold (canto I, st. 86) [War] Maidens, like moths, are ever caught, by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair. - Childe Harold (canto I, st. 9) [Mammon] Displaying page 17 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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