Poetry of ByronMacmillan and Company, 1881 - 276 ページ |
この書籍内から
検索結果1-5 / 33
xi ページ
... feel it too . The Giaour is , as he truly called it , " a string of passages , " not a work moving by a deep internal law of development to a necessary end ; and our total impression from it cannot but receive from this , its inherent ...
... feel it too . The Giaour is , as he truly called it , " a string of passages , " not a work moving by a deep internal law of development to a necessary end ; and our total impression from it cannot but receive from this , its inherent ...
xii ページ
... feel and unsparingly criticise ; the mere interval of time between us and him makes disillusion of this kind inevitable . But how then will Byron stand , if we relieve him too , so far as we can , of the encumbrance of his inferior and ...
... feel and unsparingly criticise ; the mere interval of time between us and him makes disillusion of this kind inevitable . But how then will Byron stand , if we relieve him too , so far as we can , of the encumbrance of his inferior and ...
xiv ページ
... feel the difference . Sainte - Beuve , speaking of that exquisite master of language , the Italian poet Leopardi , remarks how often we see the alliance , singular though it may at first sight appear , of the poetical genius with the ...
... feel the difference . Sainte - Beuve , speaking of that exquisite master of language , the Italian poet Leopardi , remarks how often we see the alliance , singular though it may at first sight appear , of the poetical genius with the ...
xxii ページ
... feel the full superiority of Leopardi over Byron in philosophic thought and in the expression of it , has only to read one paragraph of one poem , the paragraph of La Ginestra beginning and ending " Sovente in queste piagge , " " Non so ...
... feel the full superiority of Leopardi over Byron in philosophic thought and in the expression of it , has only to read one paragraph of one poem , the paragraph of La Ginestra beginning and ending " Sovente in queste piagge , " " Non so ...
xxiii ページ
... feel it ; a force greater than himself seeming to lift him and to prompt his tongue , so that he speaks in a style far above any style of which he has the constant command , and with a truth far beyond any philosophic truth of which he ...
... feel it ; a force greater than himself seeming to lift him and to prompt his tongue , so that he speaks in a style far above any style of which he has the constant command , and with a truth far beyond any philosophic truth of which he ...
目次
115 | |
119 | |
122 | |
128 | |
134 | |
135 | |
140 | |
141 | |
57 | |
63 | |
69 | |
70 | |
77 | |
82 | |
83 | |
89 | |
95 | |
102 | |
108 | |
153 | |
159 | |
171 | |
178 | |
192 | |
204 | |
210 | |
216 | |
224 | |
237 | |
他の版 - すべて表示
多く使われている語句
Adah Arqua art thou ASTARTE bear beautiful behold beneath blood blue breast breath BRIDE OF ABYDOS brow Byron Cain Canto Canto iv charm cheek CHILDE HAROLD clime clouds cold dare dark dead death deep didst DON JUAN dost dread dwell earth eternal fair Farewell fcap fear feel flowers foam foes gaze gentle Giaour Goethe grave hand hast hath heart heaven heaving Hellespont hour hues immortal isle land light limbs living lone look look'd Lucifer MANFRED MATTHEW ARNOLD mortal mountains ne'er never night o'er PARISINA pass'd Phlegethon poet poetic rock roll'd rose round Samian wine scatter'd seem'd shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh slave smile soul spirit Stanzas star steed stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought throne tomb turn'd twas voice wall waters wave weep wild wind wings youth
人気のある引用
50 ページ - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
111 ページ - 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.
66 ページ - 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?
94 ページ - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That 1 with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
32 ページ - Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child ! ADA ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope.— Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices : I depart, Whither I know not ; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
xxiv ページ - What, in ill thoughts again ? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither : Ripeness is all : Come on.
72 ページ - The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory and Greece, around me see ! The Spartan, borne upon his shield, Was not more free. Awake ! (not Greece — she is awake !) Awake, my spirit ! Think through whom Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake, And then strike home ! Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood ! — unto thee Indifferent should the smile or frown Of beauty be.
67 ページ - 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? You have the letters Cadmus gave, — Think ye he meant them for a slave?
104 ページ - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains : Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be — Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the Day joins the past Eternity ; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Tloats through the azure air — an island of the blest ! XXVIII.
44 ページ - His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth : — there let him lay.