Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1862 - 490 Seiten |
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... Lord Ullin's Daughter 248 Fragment 293 The Last Man .. 249 Song 251 BYRON , GEORGE LORD ( born 1788 , ELLIOTT , EBENEZER ( born 1781 ) died 1824 ) .. 294 .. 252 Gulnare's Confession 295 ..... The Press ..... 252 The Corsair's Abhorrence ...
... Lord Ullin's Daughter 248 Fragment 293 The Last Man .. 249 Song 251 BYRON , GEORGE LORD ( born 1788 , ELLIOTT , EBENEZER ( born 1781 ) died 1824 ) .. 294 .. 252 Gulnare's Confession 295 ..... The Press ..... 252 The Corsair's Abhorrence ...
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... Lord's Marie 362 Catiline's Vision 424 Gentle Hugh Herries .. 364 A Parisian Fauxbourg . 425 The Downfall of Dalzell 365 The Death of Leonidas .. 426 Thou hast vow'd by the Faith , my The Stars .... 429 Jeanie 368 Execution of Louis XVI ...
... Lord's Marie 362 Catiline's Vision 424 Gentle Hugh Herries .. 364 A Parisian Fauxbourg . 425 The Downfall of Dalzell 365 The Death of Leonidas .. 426 Thou hast vow'd by the Faith , my The Stars .... 429 Jeanie 368 Execution of Louis XVI ...
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... lord and his slavish retinue , the ferocity , the nakedness , and the abjectness , of the feudal ages , had constituted the frame- work of that state of existence with which they had been so highly enchanted . The phosphoric brilliancy ...
... lord and his slavish retinue , the ferocity , the nakedness , and the abjectness , of the feudal ages , had constituted the frame- work of that state of existence with which they had been so highly enchanted . The phosphoric brilliancy ...
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... Lord Byron was as com- pletely evoked from his original obscurity , as was Napoleon himself from the first subsiding elements of the French Revo- lution — and , like Napoleon , he came forward to astonish , over- throw , and be ...
... Lord Byron was as com- pletely evoked from his original obscurity , as was Napoleon himself from the first subsiding elements of the French Revo- lution — and , like Napoleon , he came forward to astonish , over- throw , and be ...
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... Lord Byron's misanthropy ! It was not his kind in the abstract which he hated , but the artificial character that had been impressed upon them . He dreamt of certain noble elements as constituting the perfection of the human being , but ...
... Lord Byron's misanthropy ! It was not his kind in the abstract which he hated , but the artificial character that had been impressed upon them . He dreamt of certain noble elements as constituting the perfection of the human being , but ...
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Seite 109 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Seite 403 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue...
Seite 110 - We in thought will join your throng. Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May!
Seite 165 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Seite 110 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence : truths that wake To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man, nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather.
Seite 299 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Seite 236 - YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze — Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Seite 104 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.' ' How many are you, then,' said I, * If they two are in heaven ?' Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Seite 103 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they, I pray you tell?
Seite 163 - That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright, And that he knew it was a fiend...