An Historical and Critical Memoir of the Life and Writings of the Right Honorable Lord Byron: With Anecdotes of Some of His ContemporariesT. McLean, 1822 - 427 páginas |
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... stanzas : Through thy battlements , Newstead , hollow winds whistle , Thou , the hall of my fathers , art gone to decay ; In thy once - smiling garden , the hemlock and thistle Have choak'd up the rose , which late bloom'd in the way ...
... stanzas : Through thy battlements , Newstead , hollow winds whistle , Thou , the hall of my fathers , art gone to decay ; In thy once - smiling garden , the hemlock and thistle Have choak'd up the rose , which late bloom'd in the way ...
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... stanzas in the whole compass of the noble minor's volume . " Lord Byron should also have a care of attempting what the greatest poets have done before him , for comparisons ( as he must have had occasion to see at his writing - master's ) ...
... stanzas in the whole compass of the noble minor's volume . " Lord Byron should also have a care of attempting what the greatest poets have done before him , for comparisons ( as he must have had occasion to see at his writing - master's ) ...
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... stanzas as the following : " Mild charity's glow , To us mortals below , Shows the soul from barbarity clear ; Compassion will melt , Where the virtue is felt , And its dew is diffus'd in a tear . The man doom'd to sail , With the blast ...
... stanzas as the following : " Mild charity's glow , To us mortals below , Shows the soul from barbarity clear ; Compassion will melt , Where the virtue is felt , And its dew is diffus'd in a tear . The man doom'd to sail , With the blast ...
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... stanzas on himself , the last and youngest of the noble line . ' There is a good deal also about his maternal ancestors , in a poem on Lachion - y - Gair , a mountain where he spent a part of his youth , and might have learnt , that ...
... stanzas on himself , the last and youngest of the noble line . ' There is a good deal also about his maternal ancestors , in a poem on Lachion - y - Gair , a mountain where he spent a part of his youth , and might have learnt , that ...
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... stanzas : " Our choir would scarcely be excused , All Even as a band of raw beginners ; mercy now must be refused To such a set of croaking sinners . " If David , when his toils were ended , Had heard these blockheads sing before him ...
... stanzas : " Our choir would scarcely be excused , All Even as a band of raw beginners ; mercy now must be refused To such a set of croaking sinners . " If David , when his toils were ended , Had heard these blockheads sing before him ...
Términos y frases comunes
admiration Albania Ali Pacha ANECDOTE appears Athens author of Childe Bards beautiful Bonnivard called character Childe Harold Chillon circumstances Clarens classic connexion Conrad Corsair critic Dæmon daughter death Don Juan dreadful EDINBURGH REVIEW effect endeavoured English excite favour favourite feelings friends genius Giaour Greeks Harrow heart Hellespont honour hour human infidelity judgment lady Lake of Geneva land language Lara literary lived Lord Byron lordship Manfred manner Mazeppa mind misanthropy moral mountains nature never Newstead Newstead Abbey noble author noble lord noble poet o'er object observes opinion Pacha Parisina passed passions performance person piece poem poet poetical poetry Pope praise racter reader religion remarkable satire says scene sensibility sentiment shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sketches spirit stanzas story sublime tale talents thee thing thou thought tion travels truth Turks verse virtue Voltaire whole writer young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 288 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Página 312 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night; Sunset divides the sky with her; a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be, — Melted to one vast Iris of the West, — Where the Day joins the past Eternity, While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest!
Página 289 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me, High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...
Página 289 - Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood ; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more...
Página 388 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears: "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Página 185 - The mother of Sisera looked out at a window, And cried through the lattice, 'Why is his chariot so long in coming? Why tarry the wheels of his chariots?
Página 289 - It is the hush of night, and all between Thy margin and the mountains, dusk, yet clear, Mellow'd and mingling, yet distinctly seen, Save darken'd Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep ; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood ; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one...
Página 305 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome ; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watchdog bay'd beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...
Página 186 - Why is his chariot so long in coming ? why tarry the wheels of his chariots ? Her wise ladies answered her, yea, she returned answer to herself, have they not sped ? have they not divided the prey ; to every man a damsel or two ; to Sisera a prey of divers colours, a prey of divers colours of needlework, of divers colours of needlework on both sides, meet for the necks of them that take the spoil...
Página 164 - Ah, me ! in sooth he was a shameless wight, Sore given to revel and ungodly glee ; Few earthly things found favour in his sight Save concubines and carnal companie, And flaunting wassailers of high and low degree.