The Literary History of England in the End of the Eighteenth and Beginning of the Nineteenth Century, Том 3Macmillan and Company, 1882 |
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... and with no possibility of doubt or argument about it . A glimmer of uncertainty as to whether they are really the great VOL . III . B people they think themselves to be , will dash the CHAPTER I LONDON: THE UPPER CIRCLE: ROGERS-BYRON- ...
... and with no possibility of doubt or argument about it . A glimmer of uncertainty as to whether they are really the great VOL . III . B people they think themselves to be , will dash the CHAPTER I LONDON: THE UPPER CIRCLE: ROGERS-BYRON- ...
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... doubt upon the matter . However determinedly your man of letters may assert that he is Sir Oracle , the dogs will bark whatever he may say ; but when he is a great potentate besides , these vulgar voices are hushed in awe , and nothing ...
... doubt upon the matter . However determinedly your man of letters may assert that he is Sir Oracle , the dogs will bark whatever he may say ; but when he is a great potentate besides , these vulgar voices are hushed in awe , and nothing ...
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... doubt she was brutally treated , but her incapacity for carrying a secret long guarded to the grave with her , has done more harm to her memory than if she had told that secret at the moment , supposing it to be true ; if it is all an ...
... doubt she was brutally treated , but her incapacity for carrying a secret long guarded to the grave with her , has done more harm to her memory than if she had told that secret at the moment , supposing it to be true ; if it is all an ...
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... his own . " No doubt the poet had eloquence at his command , and that the girl , so young and come of such a race , believed not only fervently in " the cause of humanity , " which SHELLEY . ] 51 THE NINETEENTH CENTURY .
... his own . " No doubt the poet had eloquence at his command , and that the girl , so young and come of such a race , believed not only fervently in " the cause of humanity , " which SHELLEY . ] 51 THE NINETEENTH CENTURY .
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... doubt before the decision was come to , do more to soften our hearts than any other particular in the tale : - " Upon my heart thy accents sweet Of peace and pity fell like dew On flowers half - dead ; thy lips did meet Mine tremblingly ...
... doubt before the decision was come to , do more to soften our hearts than any other particular in the tale : - " Upon my heart thy accents sweet Of peace and pity fell like dew On flowers half - dead ; thy lips did meet Mine tremblingly ...
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Сторінка 136 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise: Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Сторінка 108 - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing ; And thine doth like an angel sit Beside the helm conducting it, Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing.
Сторінка 153 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night. And watching, with eternal lids apart. Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Сторінка 68 - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Сторінка 58 - Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending; — I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
Сторінка 266 - With deep affection • And recollection, I often think of Those Shandon bells, "Whose sounds so wild would. In the days of childhood, . . Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On, this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee,— With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand, on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Сторінка 66 - Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Сторінка 116 - Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings. We decay Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.
Сторінка 235 - Wow strain I can do myself like any now going ; but the exquisite touch which renders ordinary common-place things and characters interesting from the truth of the description and the sentiment is denied to me.
Сторінка 117 - He is made one with Nature : there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird ; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.