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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... passion and energy was in the reply ! " English Bards and Scotch Re- viewers " is not a great poem . If it were possible to drop it out of Byron's life and works , we believe his lovers would always have been glad to do so , and he ...
... passion and energy was in the reply ! " English Bards and Scotch Re- viewers " is not a great poem . If it were possible to drop it out of Byron's life and works , we believe his lovers would always have been glad to do so , and he ...
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... . Thus the mingling of the fictitious and the real , the sin- cerity and good faith of present passion with all the 1 casuistry and artifice of fictitious sentiment , gave an additional BYRON . ] 27 THE NINETEENTH CENTURY .
... . Thus the mingling of the fictitious and the real , the sin- cerity and good faith of present passion with all the 1 casuistry and artifice of fictitious sentiment , gave an additional BYRON . ] 27 THE NINETEENTH CENTURY .
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... passion past : The pride , but not the fire , of early days , Coldness of mien , and carelessness of praise ; A high demeanour , and a glance that took Their thoughts from others by a single look ; And that sarcastic levity of tongue ...
... passion past : The pride , but not the fire , of early days , Coldness of mien , and carelessness of praise ; A high demeanour , and a glance that took Their thoughts from others by a single look ; And that sarcastic levity of tongue ...
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... passion behind her head , and those wide - opened , motionless eyes . Constance breathes and moves , but Parisina's whole being is arrested like a frozen stream . ― The Another characteristic which helped to secure Byron's instantaneous ...
... passion behind her head , and those wide - opened , motionless eyes . Constance breathes and moves , but Parisina's whole being is arrested like a frozen stream . ― The Another characteristic which helped to secure Byron's instantaneous ...
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... passion . He told her his story " how he had suffered , how he had been misled , and how , if supported by her love , " says the sympa- thetic historian , Lady Shelley , " he hoped in future years to enrol his name with the wise and ...
... passion . He told her his story " how he had suffered , how he had been misled , and how , if supported by her love , " says the sympa- thetic historian , Lady Shelley , " he hoped in future years to enrol his name with the wise and ...
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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.