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... less satisfactory than his translations , for in these the subject - matter was found for him . Nay , I doubt whether his delightful Essays and Letters , which deserve to be far more read than they are now , will not resist the wear and ...
... less satisfactory than his translations , for in these the subject - matter was found for him . Nay , I doubt whether his delightful Essays and Letters , which deserve to be far more read than they are now , will not resist the wear and ...
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... less of its advantage . Nay , it gives advantage to the poetry , instead of de- priving it of any . Byron , I said , has not a great artist's profound and patient skill in combining an action or in developing a character , -a skill ...
... less of its advantage . Nay , it gives advantage to the poetry , instead of de- priving it of any . Byron , I said , has not a great artist's profound and patient skill in combining an action or in developing a character , -a skill ...
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... less sincere than the poet . This 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 ...
... less sincere than the poet . This 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 ...
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... less flattering way of saying , with Scott , that he ' manages his pen with the careless and negligent ease of a man of quality . " Just of a piece with the rhythm of 66 or of " Dare you await the event of a few minutes ' Deliberation ...
... less flattering way of saying , with Scott , that he ' manages his pen with the careless and negligent ease of a man of quality . " Just of a piece with the rhythm of 66 or of " Dare you await the event of a few minutes ' Deliberation ...
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... less lucid , though far less a master of style , far less of an artist , gains so much by his criticism of life being , in certain matters of profound importance , health- ful and true , whereas Leopardi's pessimism is not , that the ...
... less lucid , though far less a master of style , far less of an artist , gains so much by his criticism of life being , in certain matters of profound importance , health- ful and true , whereas Leopardi's pessimism is not , that the ...
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Página 59 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
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 xxviii - Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost, nor prize ; But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.
Página 98 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar Comes down upon the waters, all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse ; And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Página 60 - 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 88 - 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 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.
Página xxiv - What, in ill thoughts again ? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither : Ripeness is all : Come on.
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 98 - 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.