Byron, the PoetWalter Alwyn Briscoe G. Routledge, 1924 - 287 σελίδες |
Άλλες εκδόσεις - Προβολή όλων
Byron, the Poet: A Collection of Addresses and Essays Walter Alwyn Briscoe Προβολή αποσπασμάτων - 1967 |
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
Annesley Annesley Hall aristocratic Augusta Augusta Leigh beauty Boatswain breast Byron wrote Cain cantos of Childe character Childe Harold copy Countess Countess Guiccioli critics dark dead dear death died Don Juan drama early England English Evangelical eyes fame feeling friendship Fugitive Pieces genius glory Goethe Greece Greeks Guiccioli happy Harrow hate heart Heaven honour hope hour human Joe Murray knew Lady Byron Leigh letters lines live look Lord Byron lordship Manfred Marie Corelli Mary Chaworth memory mind Miss Chaworth Miss Pigot Missolonghi Moore moral mother nature never Newstead Abbey Nottingham o'er pass passion play poems poet poet's poetic revolt Sardanapalus scene Shakespeare Shelley sigh smile society soul Southwell spirit Squire Bancroft stanza Stowe Suliots sweet tears thee things thou thought truth vanity Venice verses wife words writing written young youth
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 157 - They never fail who die In a great cause : the block may soak their gore ; Their heads may sodden in the sun ; their limbs Be strung to city gates and castle walls — But still their spirit walks abroad. Though years Elapse, and others share as dark a doom, They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts Which overpower all others, and conduct The world at last to freedom.
Σελίδα 58 - I was confirmed in this opinion ; that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Σελίδα 154 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men...
Σελίδα 40 - I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, That not a single accent seems uncouth, Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all.
Σελίδα 28 - The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory and Greece, around me see! The Spartan, borne upon his shield, Was not more free. Awake! (not Greece — she is awake!) Awake, my spirit! Think through whom Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake. And then strike home!
Σελίδα 10 - 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.
Σελίδα 70 - To fly from, need not be to hate, mankind: All are not fit with them to stir and toil, Nor is it discontent to keep the mind Deep in its fountain, lest it overboil In the hot throng...
Σελίδα 8 - We know no spectacle so ridiculous as the British public in one of its periodical fits of morality. In general, elopements, divorces, and family quarrels, pass with little notice. We read the scandal, talk about it for a day, and forget it. But once in six or seven years our virtue becomes outrageous. We cannot suffer the laws of religion and decency to be violated. We must make a stand against vice. We...
Σελίδα 155 - 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!
Σελίδα 114 - Before St. Mark still glow his steeds of brass, Their gilded collars glittering in the sun ; But is not Doria's menace come to pass ? Are they not bridled ! — Venice, lost and won, Her thirteen hundred years of freedom done, Sinks, like a sea-weed, into whence she rose...