Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord ByronJ. Robins, 1828 - 756 σελίδες |
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... Mazeppa . The Vampyre , a tale by Dr. Polidori , who afterwards poisoned himself , attributed to Lord Byron . His Lordship reputed a Vampyre . Publishes A Fragment , in order to disabuse the public mind from the Vampyre reports . 362 ...
... Mazeppa . The Vampyre , a tale by Dr. Polidori , who afterwards poisoned himself , attributed to Lord Byron . His Lordship reputed a Vampyre . Publishes A Fragment , in order to disabuse the public mind from the Vampyre reports . 362 ...
Σελίδα 413
... Mazeppa . ' The story is founded upon a passage in the ' History of Charles XII . ' by Voltaire , in which he mentions the Count Mazeppa , then Prince of the Ukraine , and speaks of the singular events by which he obtained that rank . A ...
... Mazeppa . ' The story is founded upon a passage in the ' History of Charles XII . ' by Voltaire , in which he mentions the Count Mazeppa , then Prince of the Ukraine , and speaks of the singular events by which he obtained that rank . A ...
Σελίδα 414
... Mazeppa . He then , under the pretext of some state business , withdrew himself from his castle , and thus gave the lovers an opportunity of meeting , as they fancied , in perfect security . The old dragon , however , watched his time ...
... Mazeppa . He then , under the pretext of some state business , withdrew himself from his castle , and thus gave the lovers an opportunity of meeting , as they fancied , in perfect security . The old dragon , however , watched his time ...
Σελίδα 415
... Mazeppa ; and the manner in which the rough veteran is said to make the best of the bad fare to which he is reduced shows Lord Byron's power of description and his keen observation in a remarkable point of view . It is soldier- like and ...
... Mazeppa ; and the manner in which the rough veteran is said to make the best of the bad fare to which he is reduced shows Lord Byron's power of description and his keen observation in a remarkable point of view . It is soldier- like and ...
Σελίδα 416
... Mazeppa shortly replies that he has no great cause to be proud of the school in which he learned to ride . This provokes some questions from the king , and Mazeppa prepares to relate his story in the hope of lulling his monarch to sleep ...
... Mazeppa shortly replies that he has no great cause to be proud of the school in which he learned to ride . This provokes some questions from the king , and Mazeppa prepares to relate his story in the hope of lulling his monarch to sleep ...
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Memoirs of the life and writings of lord Byron George Clinton (biographer of Byron.) Πλήρης προβολή - 1825 |
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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?