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... thought and said to himself ; and so he would have been led even to heighten somewhat his estimate of Byron , and to accentuate the emphasis of praise . Goethe speaking of Byron at that moment was not and could not be quite the same ...
... thought and said to himself ; and so he would have been led even to heighten somewhat his estimate of Byron , and to accentuate the emphasis of praise . Goethe speaking of Byron at that moment was not and could not be quite the same ...
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... thought that Goethe would have ranked Byron , as a poet , above Shakespeare and Milton . But Goethe did not use , or , I think , mean to imply , any limitation such as is added by Professor Nichol . Goethe said simply , and he meant to ...
... thought that Goethe would have ranked Byron , as a poet , above Shakespeare and Milton . But Goethe did not use , or , I think , mean to imply , any limitation such as is added by Professor Nichol . Goethe said simply , and he meant to ...
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... thought or patience for the mysterious transmu- tation to be operated on this matter by poetic form . in a sentence which I cannot , as I say , remember to have yet seen quoted in any English criticism of Byron , Goethe 1 " Der ihm zu ...
... thought or patience for the mysterious transmu- tation to be operated on this matter by poetic form . in a sentence which I cannot , as I say , remember to have yet seen quoted in any English criticism of Byron , Goethe 1 " Der ihm zu ...
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... thought and in the expression of it , has only to read one paragraph of one poem , the paragraph of La Ginestra beginning and ending " Sovente in queste piagge , " " Non so se il riso o la pietà prevale . ” In like manner , Leopardi is ...
... thought and in the expression of it , has only to read one paragraph of one poem , the paragraph of La Ginestra beginning and ending " Sovente in queste piagge , " " Non so se il riso o la pietà prevale . ” In like manner , Leopardi is ...
Página xxiii
... thoughts ever fixed upon the essenza insanabile , upon the acerbo , indegno mistero delle cose . It is in the power with which Wordsworth feels the resources of joy offered to us in nature , offered to us in the primary human affections ...
... thoughts ever fixed upon the essenza insanabile , upon the acerbo , indegno mistero delle cose . It is in the power with which Wordsworth feels the resources of joy offered to us in nature , offered to us in the primary human affections ...
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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.