Poetry of Byron, chosen by M. Arnold |
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... beautiful and enchanting spirit , whose vision , when we call it up , has far more loveliness , more charm for our soul , than the vision of Byron . But all the personal charm of Shelley cannot hinder us from at last discovering in his ...
... beautiful and enchanting spirit , whose vision , when we call it up , has far more loveliness , more charm for our soul , than the vision of Byron . But all the personal charm of Shelley cannot hinder us from at last discovering in his ...
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... beautiful and blighted being is at bottom a cox- comb . He posed all his life long . " 66 Our poet could not well meet with more severe and un- sympathetic criticism . However , the praise often given to Byron has been so exaggerated as ...
... beautiful and blighted being is at bottom a cox- comb . He posed all his life long . " 66 Our poet could not well meet with more severe and un- sympathetic criticism . However , the praise often given to Byron has been so exaggerated as ...
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... beautiful in nature , and for what is beautiful in human action and suffering . When he warms to his work , when he is inspired , Nature herself seems to take the pen from him as she took it from Wordsworth , and to write for him as she ...
... beautiful in nature , and for what is beautiful in human action and suffering . When he warms to his work , when he is inspired , Nature herself seems to take the pen from him as she took it from Wordsworth , and to write for him as she ...
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... beautiful and ineffectual angel , beating in the void his luminous wings in vain . Wordsworth and Byron stand out by them- selves . When the year 1900 is turned , and our nation comes to recount her poetic glories in the century which ...
... beautiful and ineffectual angel , beating in the void his luminous wings in vain . Wordsworth and Byron stand out by them- selves . When the year 1900 is turned , and our nation comes to recount her poetic glories in the century which ...
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... beautiful : And both were young - yet not alike in youth . As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge , The maid was on the eve of womanhood ; The boy had fewer summers , but his heart Had far outgrown his years , and to his eye There was ...
... beautiful : And both were young - yet not alike in youth . As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge , The maid was on the eve of womanhood ; The boy had fewer summers , but his heart Had far outgrown his years , and to his eye There was ...
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Adah bear beautiful beneath blood blue bound break breast breath brow Byron Cain Canto CHILDE HAROLD clouds cold Crown dare dark dead death deep dream earth Edition eyes face fair fall fear feel felt foes gaze give glory gone grave hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour human ITALY JUAN knew land leaves less light live look mind mortal mountains nature never night o'er once pass past Poems poet poetic poetry rest rise rock rose round seen shore sleep smile soul sound speak spirit stand Stanzas star stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thousand true truth twas voice wall waters wave wild wind Wordsworth young youth
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59 ページ - 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.
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.
xxviii ページ - Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost, nor prize ; But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.
98 ページ - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar Comes down upon the waters, all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse ; And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
60 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?
88 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.
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.
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.
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.
98 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.