Poetry of ByronMacmillan and Company, 1881 - 276 páginas |
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... beautiful and enchanting spirit , whose vision , when we call it up , has far more loveliness , more charm for our soul , than the vision of Byron . But all the personal charm of Shelley cannot hinder us from at last discovering in his ...
... beautiful and enchanting spirit , whose vision , when we call it up , has far more loveliness , more charm for our soul , than the vision of Byron . But all the personal charm of Shelley cannot hinder us from at last discovering in his ...
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... beautiful and blighted being is at bottom a cox- comb . He posed all his life long . " 66 Our poet could not well meet with more severe and un- sympathetic criticism . However , the praise often given to Byron has been so exaggerated as ...
... beautiful and blighted being is at bottom a cox- comb . He posed all his life long . " 66 Our poet could not well meet with more severe and un- sympathetic criticism . However , the praise often given to Byron has been so exaggerated as ...
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... beautiful in nature , and for what is beautiful in human action and suffering . When he warms to his work , when he is inspired , Nature herself seems to take the pen from him as she took it from Wordsworth , and to write for him as she ...
... beautiful in nature , and for what is beautiful in human action and suffering . When he warms to his work , when he is inspired , Nature herself seems to take the pen from him as she took it from Wordsworth , and to write for him as she ...
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... beautiful and ineffectual angel , beating in the void his luminous wings in vain . Wordsworth and Byron stand out by them- selves . When the year 1900 is turned , and our nation comes to recount her poetic glories in the century which ...
... beautiful and ineffectual angel , beating in the void his luminous wings in vain . Wordsworth and Byron stand out by them- selves . When the year 1900 is turned , and our nation comes to recount her poetic glories in the century which ...
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... beautiful : And both were young - yet not alike in youth . As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge , The maid was on the eve of womanhood ; The boy had fewer summers , but his heart Had far outgrown his years , and to his eye There was ...
... beautiful : And both were young - yet not alike in youth . As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge , The maid was on the eve of womanhood ; The boy had fewer summers , but his heart Had far outgrown his years , and to his eye There was ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adah Arqua art thou ASTARTE bear beautiful behold beneath blood blue breast breath BRIDE OF ABYDOS brow Byron Cain Canto Canto iv charm cheek CHILDE HAROLD clime clouds cold dare dark dead death deep didst DON JUAN dost dread dwell earth eternal fair Farewell fcap fear feel flowers foam foes gaze gentle Giaour Goethe grave hand hast hath heart heaven heaving Hellespont hour hues immortal isle land light limbs living lone look look'd Lucifer MANFRED MATTHEW ARNOLD mortal mountains ne'er never night o'er PARISINA pass'd Phlegethon poet poetic rock roll'd rose round Samian wine scatter'd seem'd shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh slave smile soul spirit Stanzas star steed stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought throne tomb turn'd twas voice wall waters wave weep wild wind wings youth
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Página 50 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 111 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low : And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Página 66 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Página 94 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That 1 with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Página 32 - Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child ! ADA ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope.— Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices : I depart, Whither I know not ; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Página xxiv - What, in ill thoughts again ? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither : Ripeness is all : Come on.
Página 72 - The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory and Greece, around me see ! The Spartan, borne upon his shield, Was not more free. Awake ! (not Greece — she is awake !) Awake, my spirit ! Think through whom Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake, And then strike home ! Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood ! — unto thee Indifferent should the smile or frown Of beauty be.
Página 67 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one? You have the letters Cadmus gave, — Think ye he meant them for a slave?
Página 104 - 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 Tloats through the azure air — an island of the blest ! XXVIII.
Página 44 - His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth : — there let him lay.