Selections from the Poetry of Lord ByronH. Holt, 1900 - 412 sidor |
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... cold . In later years Byron's character hardened while it matured . There was a time in Italy when the baser qualities overruled the rest , and he became something But this " " of the " Inglese italianato of the proverb . time was short ...
... cold . In later years Byron's character hardened while it matured . There was a time in Italy when the baser qualities overruled the rest , and he became something But this " " of the " Inglese italianato of the proverb . time was short ...
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... cold settled aspect nought can shake , All coil'd into itself and round , as sleeps the snake . " IX In conclusion we are led to ask , What are the per- manent elements in Byron's work ? That his was a mind of surpassing genius few will ...
... cold settled aspect nought can shake , All coil'd into itself and round , as sleeps the snake . " IX In conclusion we are led to ask , What are the per- manent elements in Byron's work ? That his was a mind of surpassing genius few will ...
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... cold disdain are doom'd to die , As moon - struck bards complain , by Love's sad archery . LXXIII . Hush'd is the din of tongues — on gallant steeds , With milk - white crest , gold spur , and light - pois'd lance , Four cavaliers ...
... cold disdain are doom'd to die , As moon - struck bards complain , by Love's sad archery . LXXIII . Hush'd is the din of tongues — on gallant steeds , With milk - white crest , gold spur , and light - pois'd lance , Four cavaliers ...
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... cold and low . XXVIII . Last noon beheld them full of lusty life , Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay , The midnight brought the signal - sound of strife , The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern ...
... cold and low . XXVIII . Last noon beheld them full of lusty life , Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay , The midnight brought the signal - sound of strife , The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern ...
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... cold , And bloodless , with its sleepless sorrow aches , Yet withers on till all without is old , Showing no visible sign , for such things are untold . XXXIV . There is a very life in our despair , Vitality of poison , —a quick root ...
... cold , And bloodless , with its sleepless sorrow aches , Yet withers on till all without is old , Showing no visible sign , for such things are untold . XXXIV . There is a very life in our despair , Vitality of poison , —a quick root ...
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Sida 153 - 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.
Sida 153 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests: in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm. Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime 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.
Sida 303 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain.
Sida 128 - There is the moral of all human tales; 'Tis but the same rehearsal of the past, First Freedom, and then Glory — when that fails, Wealth, vice, corruption, — barbarism at last. And History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page...
Sida 263 - The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! "Where burning Sappho loved and sung, — Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. 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'
Sida 264 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Sida 246 - Louder than the loud ocean, like a crash Of echoing thunder; and then all was hush'd, Save the wild wind and the remorseless dash Of billows; but at intervals there gush'd, Accompanied with a convulsive splash, A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony.
Sida 296 - She walks in beauty like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes ; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Sida 266 - But words are things ; and a small drop of ink, Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think...
Sida 291 - These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear...