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Endearing Waltz--to thy more melting tune Bow Irish jig, and ancient rigadoon. Scotch reels, avaunt! and country-dance forego Your future claims to each fantastic toe! Waltz--Waltz alone--both legs and arms demands, Liberal of feet, and lavish of her hands. Topic: Dancing
Author: Lord Byron
Hot from the hands promiscuously applied, Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side. Topic: Dancing
Author: Lord Byron
Imperial Waltz! imported from the Rhine , Long be thine import from all duty free, And hock itself be less esteem'd than thee. Topic: Dancing
Author: Lord Byron
No Sane man will dance. Topic: Dancing
Author: Lord Byron
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. Topic: Darkness
Author: Lord Byron
'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it. Topic: Death Immortality
Author: Lord Byron
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain. Topic: Death Immortality
Author: Lord Byron
It is very iniquitous to make me pay my debts -- you have no idea of the pain it gives one. Topic: Debt
Author: Lord Byron
And wrinkles, the d--d democrats, won't flatter. Topic: Democracy
Author: Lord Byron
The nympholepsy of some fond despair. Topic: Despair
Author: Lord Byron
For I am a weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail, Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail. Topic: Destiny
Author: Lord Byron
That each pull'd different ways with many an oath, "Arcades ambo," id est--blackguards both. Topic: Dissension
Author: Lord Byron
And Doubt and Discord step 'twixt thine and thee. Topic: Dissension
Author: Lord Byron
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. Topic: Dreams
Author: Lord Byron
And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They have a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being. Topic: Dreams
Author: Lord Byron
A change came o'er the spirit of my dream. Topic: Dreams
Author: Lord Byron
So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quivered in his heart. Topic: Eagles
Author: Lord Byron
That famish'd people must be slowly nurst, And fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst. Topic: Eating
Author: Lord Byron
Man is a carnivorous production, And must have meals, at least one meal a day; He cannot live, like woodcocks, upon suction, But, like the shark and tiger, must have prey; Although his anatomical construction Bears vegetables, in a grumbling way, Your laboring people think beyond all question, Beef, veal, and mutton better for digestion.