The Works of George Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Том 11 |
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... MANFRED , Α DRAMATIC POEM . " There are more things in heaven and earth , Horatio , Than are dreamt of in your philosophy . " VOL . XI . B [ THE following extracts from Lord Byron's letters to Mr. MANFRED, A DRAMATIC POEM.
... MANFRED , Α DRAMATIC POEM . " There are more things in heaven and earth , Horatio , Than are dreamt of in your philosophy . " VOL . XI . B [ THE following extracts from Lord Byron's letters to Mr. MANFRED, A DRAMATIC POEM.
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... thing , you will see at a glimpse , could never be attempted or thought of for the stage ; I much doubt if for publication even . It is too much in my old style ; but I'composed it actually with a horror of the stage , and with a view ...
... thing , you will see at a glimpse , could never be attempted or thought of for the stage ; I much doubt if for publication even . It is too much in my old style ; but I'composed it actually with a horror of the stage , and with a view ...
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... thing but a green - room synonyme ; and this is your motto- ' There are more things in heaven and earth , Horatio , Than are dreamt of in your philosophy . " " The Third Act was re - written before publication ; as to the particulars of ...
... thing but a green - room synonyme ; and this is your motto- ' There are more things in heaven and earth , Horatio , Than are dreamt of in your philosophy . " " The Third Act was re - written before publication ; as to the particulars of ...
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... thing to be expressed , and the feeling and the intellect of which all these are but shadows . " - JEFFREY . " In this very extraordinary poem , Lord Byron has pursued the same course as in the third canto of Childe Harold , and put out ...
... thing to be expressed , and the feeling and the intellect of which all these are but shadows . " - JEFFREY . " In this very extraordinary poem , Lord Byron has pursued the same course as in the third canto of Childe Harold , and put out ...
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... things- I call upon ye by the written charm Which gives me power upon you— -Rise ! appear ! [ A pause . They come not yet . - Now by the voice of him Who is the first among you - by this sign , Which makes you tremble - by the claims of ...
... things- I call upon ye by the written charm Which gives me power upon you— -Rise ! appear ! [ A pause . They come not yet . - Now by the voice of him Who is the first among you - by this sign , Which makes you tremble - by the claims of ...
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Стр. 35 - She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings, The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind To comprehend the universe : nor these Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine, Pity, and smiles, and tears — which I had not ; And tenderness — but that I had for her ; Humility — and that I never had. Her faults were mine — her virtues were her own — I loved her, and destroy'd her ! Witch.
Стр. 29 - It is not noon— the Sunbow's rays still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's waving column O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail, The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse.
Стр. 66 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome ; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...
Стр. 21 - Half dust, half deity, alike unfit To sink or soar, with our mixed essence, make A conflict of its elements, and breathe The breath of degradation and of pride, Contending with low wants and lofty will, Till our mortality predominates, And men are — what they name not to themselves, And trust not to each other.
Стр. 23 - Ye toppling crags of ice ! Ye avalanches, whom a breath draws down In mountainous o'erwhelming, come and crush me ! I hear ye momently above, beneath, • Crash with a frequent conflict ; but ye pass, And only fall on things that still would live ; On the young flourishing forest, or the hut And hamlet of the harmless villager.
Стр. 59 - This should have been a noble creature: he Hath all the energy which would have made A goodly frame of glorious elements, Had they been wisely mingled; as it is, It is an awful chaos— Light and Darkness— And mind and dust— and passions and pure thoughts Mixed, and contending without end or order,— All dormant or destructive.
Стр. 60 - Themselves in orisons ! Thou material God ! And representative of the Unknown — Who chose thee for his shadow ! Thou chief star ! Centre of many stars ! which mak'st our earth Endurable, and temperest the hues And hearts of all who walk within thy rays...
Стр. 12 - The Glacier's cold and restless mass Moves onward day by day ; But I am he who bids it pass, Or with its ice delay.
Стр. 70 - Thou didst not tempt me, and thou couldst not tempt me; I have not been thy dupe nor am thy prey, But was my own destroyer, and will be My own hereafter. — Back, ye baffled fiends ! The hand of death is on me — but not yours ! [The Demons disappear.
Стр. 54 - Old man ! there is no power in holy men, Nor charm in prayer, nor purifying form Of penitence, nor outward look, nor fast, Nor agony — nor, greater than all these, The innate tortures of that deep despair. Which is remorse without the fear of hell, But all in all sufficient to itself Would make a hell of heaven — can exorcise From out the...