With Byron in Italy: Being a Selection of the Poems and Letter of Lord Byron which Have to Do with His Life in Italy from 1816 to 1823A. C. McClurg & Company, 1906 - Всего страниц: 327 |
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... nature of mankind to hold an enduring place in their hearts . He became easily the " voice - in - chief ” of his generation because his tempera- ment was so congenial to the great passions then agitating the souls of men . He was the ...
... nature of mankind to hold an enduring place in their hearts . He became easily the " voice - in - chief ” of his generation because his tempera- ment was so congenial to the great passions then agitating the souls of men . He was the ...
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... Nature could , but would not , do , And Beauty and Canova can ! Beyond Imagination's power , Beyond the Bard's defeated art , With Immortality her dower , Behold the Helen of the heart ! • The general race of women appear to be handsome ...
... Nature could , but would not , do , And Beauty and Canova can ! Beyond Imagination's power , Beyond the Bard's defeated art , With Immortality her dower , Behold the Helen of the heart ! • The general race of women appear to be handsome ...
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... nature , and the vigorous race Of undiseased mankind , the giant sons 1 Of the embrace of angels with a sex 1 More beautiful than they , which did draw down The erring spirits who can ne'er return ; Most glorious orb ! that wert a ...
... nature , and the vigorous race Of undiseased mankind , the giant sons 1 Of the embrace of angels with a sex 1 More beautiful than they , which did draw down The erring spirits who can ne'er return ; Most glorious orb ! that wert a ...
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... nature . He is gone ; I follow . [ Exit MANFRED SCENE III- THE MOUNTAINS . FRED at some distance . -TIME , twilight . - THE CASTLE OF MAN- A TERRACE before a TowER . HERMAN , MANUEL , and other Dependants of MANFRED . Her . " Tis ...
... nature . He is gone ; I follow . [ Exit MANFRED SCENE III- THE MOUNTAINS . FRED at some distance . -TIME , twilight . - THE CASTLE OF MAN- A TERRACE before a TowER . HERMAN , MANUEL , and other Dependants of MANFRED . Her . " Tis ...
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... Nature , for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness , I learn'd the language of another world . I do remember me , that in my youth , When I was wandering ...
... Nature , for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness , I learn'd the language of another world . I do remember me , that in my youth , When I was wandering ...
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Стр. 81 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within...
Стр. 92 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low : And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Стр. 60 - 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...
Стр. 285 - Must we but blush ? Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae...
Стр. 284 - 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. 100 - But thou, of temples old, or altars new, Standest alone, with nothing like to thee — Worthiest of God, the holy and the true. Since Zion's desolation, when that He Forsook his former city, what could be, Of earthly structures, in his honour piled, Of a sublimer aspect? Majesty, Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship undefiled.
Стр. 286 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one?
Стр. 95 - But here, where Murder breathed her bloody steam; And here, where buzzing nations choked the ways, And...
Стр. 83 - Yet, Freedom ! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind; Thy trumpet voice, though broken now and dying, The loudest still the tempest leaves behind; Thy tree hath lost its blossoms, and the rind, Chopp'd by the axe, looks rough and little worth, But the sap lasts, — and still the seed we find Sown deep, even in the bosom of the North; So shall a better spring less bitter fruit bring forth.
Стр. 100 - Enter : its grandeur overwhelms thee not ; And why? It is not lessen'd ; but thy mind, Expanded by the genius of the spot, Has grown colossal, and can only find A fit abode wherein appear enshrined Thy hopes of immortality ; and thou Shalt one day, if found worthy, so defined, See thy God face to face, as thou dost now His Holy of Holies, nor be blasted by his brow.