Selections from the Poetry of Lord ByronH. Holt, 1900 - Всего страниц: 412 |
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... seen and heard ( and I have lived there in the very highest and what is called the best ) no way of life can be more corrupt . . . . In England the only homage which they pay to virtue is hypocrisy . I speak of course of the tone of ...
... seen and heard ( and I have lived there in the very highest and what is called the best ) no way of life can be more corrupt . . . . In England the only homage which they pay to virtue is hypocrisy . I speak of course of the tone of ...
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... seen : Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown , That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown . " For effects of humor and satire , naturally , Byron uses imagery in quite a different manner . Here the rhetorical effect ...
... seen : Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown , That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown . " For effects of humor and satire , naturally , Byron uses imagery in quite a different manner . Here the rhetorical effect ...
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... seen and known ; and spoke without exaggeration , without mystery , without enmity , and without mercy . ' That is so ; -make what you will of it ! ' ' march of humanity . The one is the great modern INTRODUCTION xlix.
... seen and known ; and spoke without exaggeration , without mystery , without enmity , and without mercy . ' That is so ; -make what you will of it ! ' ' march of humanity . The one is the great modern INTRODUCTION xlix.
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... seen and borne and achieved more than most men on record . ' He was a great man , good at many things , and now he has attained this also , to be at rest . ' ( A. C. Swinburne , “ Essays and Studies , " 258. ) " " BIBLIOGRAPHY THERE are ...
... seen and borne and achieved more than most men on record . ' He was a great man , good at many things , and now he has attained this also , to be at rest . ' ( A. C. Swinburne , “ Essays and Studies , " 258. ) " " BIBLIOGRAPHY THERE are ...
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... seen thee , shall I vainly seek To paint those charms which varied as they beam'd- To such as see thee not my words were weak ; To those who gaze on thee what language could they speak ? Ah ! may'st thou ever be what now thou art , Nor ...
... seen thee , shall I vainly seek To paint those charms which varied as they beam'd- To such as see thee not my words were weak ; To those who gaze on thee what language could they speak ? Ah ! may'st thou ever be what now thou art , Nor ...
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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...