English Men of Letters: Byron, by John Nichol, 1894; Shelley, by John Addinton Symonds, 1895; Keats, by Sidney Colvin, 1899Macmillan and Company, 1894 |
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... human ashes , Is but a just tribute to the Memory of Boatswain , a Dog , Who was born at Newfoundland , May , 1803 , And died at Newstead Abbey , November 18 , 1808 . On January 22 , 1809 , his lordship's coming of age was celebrated ...
... human ashes , Is but a just tribute to the Memory of Boatswain , a Dog , Who was born at Newfoundland , May , 1803 , And died at Newstead Abbey , November 18 , 1808 . On January 22 , 1809 , his lordship's coming of age was celebrated ...
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... human being . Tolerant of errors , which she lamented , and violences in which she had no share , she had a touch of their common family pride , most conspicuous in an almost cat - like clinging to their ancestral home . Her early ...
... human being . Tolerant of errors , which she lamented , and violences in which she had no share , she had a touch of their common family pride , most conspicuous in an almost cat - like clinging to their ancestral home . Her early ...
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... human life . Manfred , his witch drama , as the author called it , has had a special attraction for inquisitive biographers , because it has been supposed in some dark manner to reveal the secrets of his prison house . Its lines have ...
... human life . Manfred , his witch drama , as the author called it , has had a special attraction for inquisitive biographers , because it has been supposed in some dark manner to reveal the secrets of his prison house . Its lines have ...
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... human sacrifice , like that of Antinous attributed to Hadrian . Byron himself says it has no plot , but he kept teasing his questioners with mysterious hints , e . g . " It was the Staubbach and the Jungfrau , and something else more ...
... human sacrifice , like that of Antinous attributed to Hadrian . Byron himself says it has no plot , but he kept teasing his questioners with mysterious hints , e . g . " It was the Staubbach and the Jungfrau , and something else more ...
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... human life . His passions and his powers are incom- parably greater than those of other men ; and instead of the latter having been employed in curbing the former , they have mutually lent each other strength ; " but " in social life no ...
... human life . His passions and his powers are incom- parably greater than those of other men ; and instead of the latter having been employed in curbing the former , they have mutually lent each other strength ; " but " in social life no ...
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Сторінка 132 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night. Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again.
Сторінка 156 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy ? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven : We know her woof, her texture ; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine — Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Сторінка 133 - 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.
Сторінка 105 - The mind which is immortal makes itself Requital for its good or evil thoughts, Is its own origin of ill and end, And its own place and time...
Сторінка 137 - ... breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me ; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given. The massy earth and sphered skies are riven ! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar ! Whilst, burning through the inmost veil of heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Сторінка 105 - Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains, They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.
Сторінка 139 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Сторінка 130 - They never fail who die In a great cause : the block may soak their gore ; Their heads may sodden in the sun ; their limbs Be strung to city gates and castle walls — But still their spirit walks abroad. Though years Elapse, and others share as dark a doom, They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts Which overpower all others, and conduct The world at last to freedom.
Сторінка 101 - Could this influence be durable in its original purity and force, it is impossible to predict the greatness of the results ; but when composition begins, inspiration is already on the decline, and the most glorious poetry that has ever been communicated to the world is probably a feeble shadow of the original conceptions of the poet.
Сторінка 111 - Shrouds thee wheresoe'er thou shinest. Fair are others; none beholds thee, But thy voice sounds low and tender Like the fairest, for it folds thee From the sight, that liquid splendour, And all feel, yet see thee never, As I feel now, lost for ever ! Lamp of Earth ! where'er thou movest Its dim shapes are clad with brightness, And the souls of whom thou lovest Walk upon the winds with lightness, Till they fail, as I am failing, Dizzy, lost, yet unbewailing...