Byron's Childe Harold (canto IV): Prisoner of Chillon and Other SelectionsAmerican Book Company, 1911 - Всего страниц: 170 |
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... poems were written for pleasure and from the stirrings of boyish ambition to win a name . His second venture had a ... poem that was immediately recog- nized , even by his enemies , as a work of genius , though the poet himself was not ...
... poems were written for pleasure and from the stirrings of boyish ambition to win a name . His second venture had a ... poem that was immediately recog- nized , even by his enemies , as a work of genius , though the poet himself was not ...
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... poems were produced in Italy . At length , after six or seven years of varied experience , not free from licen- tiousness , he seemed to tire of himself , to weary of sensual delights , and even to lose interest in the poetic art ...
... poems were produced in Italy . At length , after six or seven years of varied experience , not free from licen- tiousness , he seemed to tire of himself , to weary of sensual delights , and even to lose interest in the poetic art ...
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... poem made popular by Scott , who ceased to produce such because , as he said , " Byron beat me . " In the wild and exciting narrative , " Mazeppa , " with its vivid descriptions , its rapid changes and reckless abandon , we see Byron's ...
... poem made popular by Scott , who ceased to produce such because , as he said , " Byron beat me . " In the wild and exciting narrative , " Mazeppa , " with its vivid descriptions , its rapid changes and reckless abandon , we see Byron's ...
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... poems , among which are many beautiful lyrics . SATIRES : English Bards and Scotch Reviewers ; Hints from Horace ; The Curse of Minerva ; The Waltz ; The Age of Bronze ; The Blues : A Literary Eclogue ; The Vision of Judgment . TALES ...
... poems , among which are many beautiful lyrics . SATIRES : English Bards and Scotch Reviewers ; Hints from Horace ; The Curse of Minerva ; The Waltz ; The Age of Bronze ; The Blues : A Literary Eclogue ; The Vision of Judgment . TALES ...
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... poem was composed I was not sufficiently aware of the history of Bonnivard , or I should have endeavored to dignify ... poems " ( SWINBURne ) . THE PRISONER OF CHILLON . I. My hair is gray 2 17 THE PRISONER OF CHILLON.
... poem was composed I was not sufficiently aware of the history of Bonnivard , or I should have endeavored to dignify ... poems " ( SWINBURne ) . THE PRISONER OF CHILLON . I. My hair is gray 2 17 THE PRISONER OF CHILLON.
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Bards battle of Pultowa beauty beheld beneath blood Boccaccio born breast breath bright brow Byron Cæsar Canto chain Childe Harold Childe Harold's Pilgrimage clay cloud cold Cossack courser dark dead death deemed deep died divine dost doth dread dungeon dust dwell earth Egeria eternal eyes fame feel fettered foam gaze glory grave Greece Greek hath heart heaven Hetman hope horse hour immortal Italy king lake limbs literary Lord Mazeppa mighty mind monarch mother mountain Nature's Newstead Abbey night o'er ocean once pain Perchance Petrarch poem poet poetry Prisoner of Chillon proud Roman Rome round ruin Samian wine shore sigh sire skies smile song soul spirit stanzas star steed sword tears thee thine things thou thought thousand throne tomb TOZER tree twas tyrant Ukraine Venice walls waters waves wild wind woes youth ΙΟ
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Стр. 155 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships by thousands lay below, And men in nations; — all were his! He counted them at break of day, And when the sun set, where were they?
Стр. 74 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Стр. 151 - 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. 151 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Стр. 75 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!
Стр. 84 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Стр. 150 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Стр. 137 - Were with his heart, and that was far away. He recked not of the life he lost, nor prize; But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday!
Стр. 17 - Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar; for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! — May none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Стр. 152 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — '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.