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... true that Byron rarely wrote any- thing either worthless or faultless ; it is quite true , also , that in the appreciation of Byron's power a sense of the amount and variety of his work , defective though much of his work is , enters ...
... true that Byron rarely wrote any- thing either worthless or faultless ; it is quite true , also , that in the appreciation of Byron's power a sense of the amount and variety of his work , defective though much of his work is , enters ...
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... true . " Lara , " he declares , " I wrote while undressing after coming home from balls and masquerades , in the year of revelry , 1814 . The Bride was written in four , the Corsair in ten days . " He calls this " a humiliating ...
... true . " Lara , " he declares , " I wrote while undressing after coming home from balls and masquerades , in the year of revelry , 1814 . The Bride was written in four , the Corsair in ten days . " He calls this " a humiliating ...
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... true artist's fine passion for the correct use and consummate management of words , that he may be described as having for this artistic gift the insensi- bility of the barbarian ; —which is perhaps only another and a less flattering ...
... true artist's fine passion for the correct use and consummate management of words , that he may be described as having for this artistic gift the insensi- bility of the barbarian ; —which is perhaps only another and a less flattering ...
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... Yes , all this is true , but it is not the whole truth about Byron nevertheless ; very far from it . The severe criti- cism of M. Scherer by no means gives us the whole truth about Byron , and we have not yet got it xvi PREFACE .
... Yes , all this is true , but it is not the whole truth about Byron nevertheless ; very far from it . The severe criti- cism of M. Scherer by no means gives us the whole truth about Byron , and we have not yet got it xvi PREFACE .
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... true criticism of him we perhaps have ; the positive part , by far the more important , we have not . Byron's admirers appeal eagerly to foreign testimonies in his favour . Some of these testimonies do not much move me ; but one ...
... true criticism of him we perhaps have ; the positive part , by far the more important , we have not . Byron's admirers appeal eagerly to foreign testimonies in his favour . Some of these testimonies do not much move me ; but one ...
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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.