Feminine Influence on the PoetsJohn Lane Company, 1911 - 351 sidor |
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... Byron's : " My first dash into poetry was as early as 1800. It was , " he says , " the ebullition of a passion for my first cousin , Margaret Parker , one of the most beautiful of evanescent beings . " Love poetry can only exist where ...
... Byron's : " My first dash into poetry was as early as 1800. It was , " he says , " the ebullition of a passion for my first cousin , Margaret Parker , one of the most beautiful of evanescent beings . " Love poetry can only exist where ...
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... Byron puts his own case for us , as we should expect , in a clear downright manner . He is writing to Moore in 1816 in reply to a request for a dirge upon a dead girl . " But how , " he asks , " can I write C 33 Women and Inspiration.
... Byron puts his own case for us , as we should expect , in a clear downright manner . He is writing to Moore in 1816 in reply to a request for a dirge upon a dead girl . " But how , " he asks , " can I write C 33 Women and Inspiration.
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... Byron . The sonnet beginning " It keeps eternal whisperings around " appears to have sprung out of a nervous mood , due to insuffi- cient rest and to the haunting effect of a passage in " King Lear " - " Do you not hear the sea ? " This ...
... Byron . The sonnet beginning " It keeps eternal whisperings around " appears to have sprung out of a nervous mood , due to insuffi- cient rest and to the haunting effect of a passage in " King Lear " - " Do you not hear the sea ? " This ...
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... Byron , and that it was composed - he says himself- " under the influence of feelings which agitated me even to tears " ; and that it refers in a heightened manner to his boyhood and to a climacteric ecstasy 38 Feminine Influence on the ...
... Byron , and that it was composed - he says himself- " under the influence of feelings which agitated me even to tears " ; and that it refers in a heightened manner to his boyhood and to a climacteric ecstasy 38 Feminine Influence on the ...
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... Byron , wishing to explain this tide of love that can bear upon its full spread so many other ships than the one where the beloved is sitting , says of Rousseau's love : But his was not the love of living dame , Nor of the dead who rise ...
... Byron , wishing to explain this tide of love that can bear upon its full spread so many other ships than the one where the beloved is sitting , says of Rousseau's love : But his was not the love of living dame , Nor of the dead who rise ...
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Sida 21 - As one who, long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight ; The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Sida 32 - The author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines ; if, that indeed can be called composition in which all the images rose up before him as things, with a parallel production of the correspondent expressions, without any sensation or consciousness of effort.
Sida 33 - Lyrical Ballads, in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic — yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief, for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
Sida 236 - Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be; And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet, Tempers her words to trampling horses
Sida 315 - I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of Imagination — What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth — whether it existed before or not — for I have the same Idea of all our Passions as of Love they are all in their sublime, creative of essential Beauty.
Sida 150 - I know the ways of pleasure, the sweet strains, The lullings and the relishes of it ; The propositions of hot blood and brains ; What mirth and music mean ; what love and wit Have done these twenty hundred years, and more...
Sida 242 - And whilst our souls negotiate there, We like sepulchral statues lay; All day the same our postures were, And we said nothing, all the day.
Sida 122 - Could Time, his flight reversed, restore the hours, When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I pricked them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile...
Sida 78 - So passeth in the passing of a day Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower...
Sida 247 - To Dianeme. SWEET, be not proud of those two eyes, Which, star-like, sparkle in their skies ; Nor be you proud that you can see All hearts your captives, yours yet free ; Be you not proud of that rich hair, Which wantons with the love-sick air ; When as that ruby which you wear, Sunk from the tip of your soft ear, Will last to be a precious stone, When all your world of beauty's gone.