Selected Poems of Lord ByronT. Y. Crowell & Company, 1893 - 279 strán (strany) |
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Strana xi
... sound , which then Is musical — a dying accent driven Through the huge arch , which soars and sinks again . Some deem it but the distant echo given Back to the night wind by the waterfall , And harmonized by the old choral wall : LXIV ...
... sound , which then Is musical — a dying accent driven Through the huge arch , which soars and sinks again . Some deem it but the distant echo given Back to the night wind by the waterfall , And harmonized by the old choral wall : LXIV ...
Strana xl
... sound subject - matter , and the incurable fault , in consequence , of unsubstan- tiality . Those who extol him as the poet of clouds , the poet of sunsets , are only saying that he did not , in fact , lay hold upon the poet's right ...
... sound subject - matter , and the incurable fault , in consequence , of unsubstan- tiality . Those who extol him as the poet of clouds , the poet of sunsets , are only saying that he did not , in fact , lay hold upon the poet's right ...
Strana lvi
... , then , is Wordsworth's superiority ? for the worth of what he has given us in poetry ' I hold to be greater , on the whole , than the worth of what Leopardi has given us . sense It is in Wordsworth's sound and Ivi PREFACE .
... , then , is Wordsworth's superiority ? for the worth of what he has given us in poetry ' I hold to be greater , on the whole , than the worth of what Leopardi has given us . sense It is in Wordsworth's sound and Ivi PREFACE .
Strana lvii
... sound and profound " Of joy in widest commonalty spread ; " whereas Leopardi remains with his thoughts ever fixed upon the essenza insanabile , upon the acerbo , indegno mistero delle cose . It is in the power with which Words- worth ...
... sound and profound " Of joy in widest commonalty spread ; " whereas Leopardi remains with his thoughts ever fixed upon the essenza insanabile , upon the acerbo , indegno mistero delle cose . It is in the power with which Words- worth ...
Strana 12
... sounds of foaming waterfalls , I hear a voice exclaim My way - worn countryman , who calls On distant England's name . A shot is fired - by foe or friend ? Another ' t is to tell - The mountain - peasants to descend , And lead us where ...
... sounds of foaming waterfalls , I hear a voice exclaim My way - worn countryman , who calls On distant England's name . A shot is fired - by foe or friend ? Another ' t is to tell - The mountain - peasants to descend , And lead us where ...
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Adah Astarte beautiful behold beneath blood blue breast breath BRIDE OF ABYDOS brow Cain Canto charm cheek CHILDE HAROLD clime clouds cold dare dark daughter dead death deep DON JUAN dread dream earth eyes feel foam gaze gentle Giaour glory Goethe grave hand hath heart heaven heaving hour immortal isle John Byron knew Lady land Leopardi light limbs living lone look look'd Lord Byron Lucifer MANFRED mortal mother mountains Murray NATHAN HASKELL DOLE ne'er never night o'er once PARISINA passion poems poet poetic poetry roll'd rose round Samian wine scarce seem'd seen shalt shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh slave smile soul spirit Stanzas star steed stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thousand throne turn'd Venice voice waters wave weep wild wind Wordsworth wrote youth
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Strana 50 - 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.
Strana 82 - Greece — but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start — for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb — Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of feeling past away! Spark of that flame — perchance of heavenly birth — Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished earth!
Strana 67 - 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?
Strana 94 - 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.
Strana lvii - What, in ill thoughts again ? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither : Ripeness is all : Come on.
Strana 256 - A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusky, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown On a fool's head- and there is London Town!
Strana 32 - 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.
Strana 102 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear : Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy ! IV.
Strana 95 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee...
Strana 214 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful ! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.