The complete works of lord Byron with a biogr. and critical notice by J. W. Lake, 第 1~2 巻 |
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... doubt and mystery , and I should consider it a sort of sacrilege to make a pre- face to the works of the regretted bard a vehicle for the scandalous , and since disproved , stories ' to his preju- ' The scandal - loving part of the ...
... doubt and mystery , and I should consider it a sort of sacrilege to make a pre- face to the works of the regretted bard a vehicle for the scandalous , and since disproved , stories ' to his preju- ' The scandal - loving part of the ...
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... doubt , the alienation of the world , and the appetency for pure delight , so frequent- ly disappointed , and the superior temptations afforded to a literary man , may be brought in as a kind of apo- logy , and , if not as a proper ...
... doubt , the alienation of the world , and the appetency for pure delight , so frequent- ly disappointed , and the superior temptations afforded to a literary man , may be brought in as a kind of apo- logy , and , if not as a proper ...
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... doubt of their authenticity : at the ' These friends were Leigh Hunt , and the late Percy Shelley . The title of " The Liberal » indicates the spirit in which it was written : it did not , however , live long , though backed by the pen ...
... doubt of their authenticity : at the ' These friends were Leigh Hunt , and the late Percy Shelley . The title of " The Liberal » indicates the spirit in which it was written : it did not , however , live long , though backed by the pen ...
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... fancy , the manhood , the fire of her race , — The miscreant who well might plunge Erin in doubt If she ever gave birth to a being so base ! If she did may her long - boasted proverb be liv A BIOGRAPHICAL AND CRITICAL.
... fancy , the manhood , the fire of her race , — The miscreant who well might plunge Erin in doubt If she ever gave birth to a being so base ! If she did may her long - boasted proverb be liv A BIOGRAPHICAL AND CRITICAL.
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... doubt- less the most poetical and brilliantly written scene in the play - though it is a soliloquy . The whole of the tragedy of Sardanapalus occupies but a few hours , and the unchanged scene is the royal palace ; yet it owes its ...
... doubt- less the most poetical and brilliantly written scene in the play - though it is a soliloquy . The whole of the tragedy of Sardanapalus occupies but a few hours , and the unchanged scene is the royal palace ; yet it owes its ...
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183 ページ - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
166 ページ - He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
183 ページ - 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 ! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise — we come, we come!
185 ページ - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see their glorious black eyes shine; But gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine— Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!
272 ページ - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts : — not so thou, Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow, Such as Creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now ! CLXXXIII.
170 ページ - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, •which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
237 ページ - The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers : dost thou flow, Old Tiber ! through a marble wilderness ? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress ! LXXX.
185 ページ - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heracleidan blood might own.
158 ページ - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
191 ページ - Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower. Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer.