The Literary History of England in the End of the Eighteenth and Beginning of the Nineteenth Century, Volumen3Macmillan and Company, 1882 |
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... beautiful things , fine pictures and gifted people , and the company he collected at his table for nearly half a century was in its way the best in England . His poetry was not of such noble quality : but the Pleasures of Memory , which ...
... beautiful things , fine pictures and gifted people , and the company he collected at his table for nearly half a century was in its way the best in England . His poetry was not of such noble quality : but the Pleasures of Memory , which ...
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... beautiful in nature is most beautiful to the young seer . How strange is the difference between this high probability and the real state of affairs ! The young Byron , the new poet , he who should have recognised by instinct his ...
... beautiful in nature is most beautiful to the young seer . How strange is the difference between this high probability and the real state of affairs ! The young Byron , the new poet , he who should have recognised by instinct his ...
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... beautiful passage in the " Giaour , " beginning- " He who hath bent him o'er the dead , E'er the first day of death is fled , " is one of the few exceptions . But though it seldom reached the point at which verse thus falls into the ...
... beautiful passage in the " Giaour , " beginning- " He who hath bent him o'er the dead , E'er the first day of death is fled , " is one of the few exceptions . But though it seldom reached the point at which verse thus falls into the ...
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... beautiful creature , standing dumb , in agony ineffable , to see destruction overtake the sharer of her sin . The very background glows with a pale flame of passion behind her head , and those wide - opened , motionless eyes . Constance ...
... beautiful creature , standing dumb , in agony ineffable , to see destruction overtake the sharer of her sin . The very background glows with a pale flame of passion behind her head , and those wide - opened , motionless eyes . Constance ...
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... they stood beneath the pitying heavens , the most nobly endowed of all their generation - two rebel angels , beautiful , fortunate , un- happy ; everything in nature ministering to them , offering 66 [ CHAP . II . THE LITERARY HISTORY OF.
... they stood beneath the pitying heavens , the most nobly endowed of all their generation - two rebel angels , beautiful , fortunate , un- happy ; everything in nature ministering to them , offering 66 [ CHAP . II . THE LITERARY HISTORY OF.
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Página 114 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life. 'Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Página 151 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night. And watching, with eternal lids apart. Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Página 134 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Página 106 - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing ; And thine doth like an angel sit Beside the helm conducting it, Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing.
Página 144 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Página 68 - 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!
Página 66 - Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Página 58 - Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending; — I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
Página 262 - With deep affection • And recollection, I often think of Those Shandon bells, "Whose sounds so wild would. In the days of childhood, . . Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On, this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee,— With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand, on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Página 231 - Wow strain I can do myself like any now going ; but the exquisite touch which renders ordinary common-place things and characters interesting from the truth of the description and the sentiment is denied to me.