Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord ByronJ. Robins, 1828 - 756 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα iv
... Childe Harold . Opinions of the Quarterly and Edinburgh Reviewers . Lyrical pieces subjoined to Childe Harold . Swims across the Hellespont with Lieutenant Ekenhead . The possibility of this exploit doubted by Mr. Turner in his Travels ...
... Childe Harold . Opinions of the Quarterly and Edinburgh Reviewers . Lyrical pieces subjoined to Childe Harold . Swims across the Hellespont with Lieutenant Ekenhead . The possibility of this exploit doubted by Mr. Turner in his Travels ...
Σελίδα v
... Childe Harold , Canto III . On the personal allusions of the poem . Wanderings of the self - exile . Reaches Waterloo . Visits the spot where his relative , Major Howard , was mortally wounded and buried . Amende honorable for his ...
... Childe Harold , Canto III . On the personal allusions of the poem . Wanderings of the self - exile . Reaches Waterloo . Visits the spot where his relative , Major Howard , was mortally wounded and buried . Amende honorable for his ...
Σελίδα vi
George Clinton. Childe Harold , Canto IV . Recollections of Venice . Description of Arqua , where Petrarch lived and died . Visit to Florence . Proceeds to Rome . Remarks on the Ottava Rima . Nature of the Whistlecrafts ' Prospectus ...
George Clinton. Childe Harold , Canto IV . Recollections of Venice . Description of Arqua , where Petrarch lived and died . Visit to Florence . Proceeds to Rome . Remarks on the Ottava Rima . Nature of the Whistlecrafts ' Prospectus ...
Σελίδα 155
... Childe Harold's Pilgrimage , the best of the noble author's productions . By a singular insensibility to his own merit , of which this was , we believe , the only instance that Lord Byron ever displayed , he fan- cied that a satirical ...
... Childe Harold's Pilgrimage , the best of the noble author's productions . By a singular insensibility to his own merit , of which this was , we believe , the only instance that Lord Byron ever displayed , he fan- cied that a satirical ...
Σελίδα 158
... Childe ' is taken from the elder English poets , who commonly applied it to their heroes . As it was fancied by some ... Harold , ' I • Mr. Pitt was liberal in his additions to our parliamentary tongue , as may be seen in many ...
... Childe ' is taken from the elder English poets , who commonly applied it to their heroes . As it was fancied by some ... Harold , ' I • Mr. Pitt was liberal in his additions to our parliamentary tongue , as may be seen in many ...
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Σελίδα 335 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Σελίδα 317 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Σελίδα 330 - 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 ! How the lit lake shines a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black, — and now the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
Σελίδα 744 - 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.
Σελίδα 547 - Must we but blush ? — Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae! What, silent still ? and silent all ? Ah, no; — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head. But one, arise — we come, we come!
Σελίδα 387 - 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.
Σελίδα 689 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze A funeral pile.
Σελίδα 185 - And marked the mild, angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye...
Σελίδα 390 - Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery.
Σελίδα 547 - 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? 'Tis something in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face; For what is left the poet here ? For Greeks a blush, for Greece a tear ! Must we but weep o'er days more blest?