That all-softening, overpowering knell,
The tocsin of the soul,--the dinner bell.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
-- Don Juan, Canto v, Stanza 49
The tocsin of the soul,--the dinner bell.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
-- Don Juan, Canto v, Stanza 49
Related:
- The all-softening overpowering knell,
The tocsin of the soul,
the dinner bell. -- Lord... - The women pardon'd all except her face.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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Don Juan, Canto v, Stanza... - But all have prices,
From crowns to kicks, according to their vices.
Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto v, Stanza... - And puts himself upon his good behaviour.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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Don Juan, Canto v, Stanza... - And after all, what is a lie? 'T is but
The truth in masquerade.
Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto xi, Stanza... - All human history attests
That happiness for man,--the hungry sinner!
Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner. -- Lord... - There 's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in,
Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.
Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto v, Stanza... - All who joy would win
Must share it, --happiness was born a twin.
Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto ii, Stanza... - Of all tales 't is the saddest,--and more sad,
Because it makes us smile.
Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto xiii, Stanza...
