Selections from the Poetry of Lord ByronH. Holt, 1900 - Всего страниц: 412 |
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... once more if I could do any good in politics ; but not in the petty politics I see now preying upon our miserable country . " All of the picturesque superficies of the society of his day Byron had come in contact with and reflects in ...
... once more if I could do any good in politics ; but not in the petty politics I see now preying upon our miserable country . " All of the picturesque superficies of the society of his day Byron had come in contact with and reflects in ...
Стр. xviii
... once again in a passage in his Letter on Bowles ' Strictures on Pope " : " The truth is that in these days the grand primum mobile of England is cant ; cant political , cant poetical , cant religious , cant moral ; but always cant ...
... once again in a passage in his Letter on Bowles ' Strictures on Pope " : " The truth is that in these days the grand primum mobile of England is cant ; cant political , cant poetical , cant religious , cant moral ; but always cant ...
Стр. xxvi
... once he fell , And even the very demons shall do well ! " VI BYRON'S literary affiliations and his relation to con- temporary literature in England are as curious and apparently as paradoxical as most other things in his life and ...
... once he fell , And even the very demons shall do well ! " VI BYRON'S literary affiliations and his relation to con- temporary literature in England are as curious and apparently as paradoxical as most other things in his life and ...
Стр. xl
... once , unseen , unsought ; But the wild prospect when the soul reviews , All rushing through their thousand avenues , Ambition's dreams expiring , love's regret , Endanger'd glory , life itself beset ; The joy untasted , the contempt or ...
... once , unseen , unsought ; But the wild prospect when the soul reviews , All rushing through their thousand avenues , Ambition's dreams expiring , love's regret , Endanger'd glory , life itself beset ; The joy untasted , the contempt or ...
Стр. xliv
... once more apparent . Rhetorical dexterity marks Byron's handling of simile and metaphor ; as when in the following lines 1 The Giaour . " 2 Childe Harold , " IV , 20 . 7 Id . xxiv . 8 66 Mazeppa , " xiii . 3 The Giaour . " 9 4 " Bride ...
... once more apparent . Rhetorical dexterity marks Byron's handling of simile and metaphor ; as when in the following lines 1 The Giaour . " 2 Childe Harold , " IV , 20 . 7 Id . xxiv . 8 66 Mazeppa , " xiii . 3 The Giaour . " 9 4 " Bride ...
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Стр. 153 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Стр. 153 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests: in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm. Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Стр. 303 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain.
Стр. 128 - There is the moral of all human tales; 'Tis but the same rehearsal of the past, First Freedom, and then Glory — when that fails, Wealth, vice, corruption, — barbarism at last. And History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page...
Стр. 263 - 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. The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse ; Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires'
Стр. 264 - 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?
Стр. 246 - Louder than the loud ocean, like a crash Of echoing thunder; and then all was hush'd, Save the wild wind and the remorseless dash Of billows; but at intervals there gush'd, Accompanied with a convulsive splash, A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony.
Стр. 296 - She walks in beauty like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes ; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Стр. 266 - But words are things ; and a small drop of ink, Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think...
Стр. 291 - These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear...