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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... regard them as his satellites . But even at Dulwich his ostentation of rank had provoked for him the nickname of " the old English baron . " To Wildman , who , as a senior , had a right of inflicting chastisement for offences , he said ...
... regard them as his satellites . But even at Dulwich his ostentation of rank had provoked for him the nickname of " the old English baron . " To Wildman , who , as a senior , had a right of inflicting chastisement for offences , he said ...
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... regard for the chorister Eddlestone , from whom he received the cornelian that is the theme of some of his verses , and whose untimely death in 1811 he sincerely mourned . Of his Harrow friends , Harness and Long in due course followed ...
... regard for the chorister Eddlestone , from whom he received the cornelian that is the theme of some of his verses , and whose untimely death in 1811 he sincerely mourned . Of his Harrow friends , Harness and Long in due course followed ...
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... regard to his opinions , and overestimated his genius . For the subsequent destruction of the memoirs , urged by Mr. Hobhouse and Mrs. Leigh , he was not wholly responsible ; though a braver man , having accepted the position of his ...
... regard to his opinions , and overestimated his genius . For the subsequent destruction of the memoirs , urged by Mr. Hobhouse and Mrs. Leigh , he was not wholly responsible ; though a braver man , having accepted the position of his ...
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... regard the same exces- sive stretch of charity . " Dear Childe Harold , " exclaims the German professor , " was positively besieged by women . They have , in truth , no right to complain of him from his childhood he had seen them on ...
... regard the same exces- sive stretch of charity . " Dear Childe Harold , " exclaims the German professor , " was positively besieged by women . They have , in truth , no right to complain of him from his childhood he had seen them on ...
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chambers . The whole of the present system with regard to the female sex is a remnant of the barbarism of the chivalry of our forefathers . I look on them as grown - up children ; but , like a foolish mamma , I am constantly the slave ...
chambers . The whole of the present system with regard to the female sex is a remnant of the barbarism of the chivalry of our forefathers . I look on them as grown - up children ; but , like a foolish mamma , I am constantly the slave ...
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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...