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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... Wordsworth , Shelley , Coleridge , Scott , Landor , Keats , what has Byron to offer in comparison with even the least of these ? Fortunately that question does not concern us here . We have lived past [ xvi ] INTRODUCTION.
... Wordsworth , Shelley , Coleridge , Scott , Landor , Keats , what has Byron to offer in comparison with even the least of these ? Fortunately that question does not concern us here . We have lived past [ xvi ] INTRODUCTION.
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... least of which was its habit of identifying his creations , " Childe Harold , " " Cain , " " Manfred , " " Don Juan , " - with himself and his own life . Failing to understand him , his contemporaries substituted abuse and adoration in ...
... least of which was its habit of identifying his creations , " Childe Harold , " " Cain , " " Manfred , " " Don Juan , " - with himself and his own life . Failing to understand him , his contemporaries substituted abuse and adoration in ...
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... least rendered it quite impossible for the stage , for which my intercourse with D [ rury ] Lane has given me the greatest contempt . I have not even copied it off , and feel too lazy at present to attempt the whole ; but when I have ...
... least rendered it quite impossible for the stage , for which my intercourse with D [ rury ] Lane has given me the greatest contempt . I have not even copied it off , and feel too lazy at present to attempt the whole ; but when I have ...
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... least idea where I am going , nor what I am to do . I wished to have gone to Rome ; but at present it is pestilent with English , a parcel of staring boobies , who go about gaping and wishing to be at once cheap and magnificent . A man ...
... least idea where I am going , nor what I am to do . I wished to have gone to Rome ; but at present it is pestilent with English , a parcel of staring boobies , who go about gaping and wishing to be at once cheap and magnificent . A man ...
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... least aware of what they saw . By the way , I think the Jungfrau , and all that region of Alps , which I traversed in September - going to the very top of the Wengen , which is not the highest ( the Jungfrau itself is inaccessible ) but ...
... least aware of what they saw . By the way , I think the Jungfrau , and all that region of Alps , which I traversed in September - going to the very top of the Wengen , which is not the highest ( the Jungfrau itself is inaccessible ) but ...
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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.