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... Ravenna . It includes some example of almost every kind of poetical composition in which he ever excelled : among others , the first , and perhaps greatest , of his dramatic efforts , and the earliest specimen of his comic narrative ...
... Ravenna . It includes some example of almost every kind of poetical composition in which he ever excelled : among others , the first , and perhaps greatest , of his dramatic efforts , and the earliest specimen of his comic narrative ...
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... Ravenna . We extract the following from a reviewal of the time . - " MAZEPPA is a very fine and spirited sketch of a very noble story , and is every way worthy of its author . The story is a well - known one ; namely , that of the young ...
... Ravenna . We extract the following from a reviewal of the time . - " MAZEPPA is a very fine and spirited sketch of a very noble story , and is every way worthy of its author . The story is a well - known one ; namely , that of the young ...
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With His Letters and Journals, and His Life George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. 1H2 MORGANTE MAGGIORE OF PULCI . [ THE following translation was executed at Ravenna , in THE MORGANTE MAGGIORE OF PULCI ·
With His Letters and Journals, and His Life George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. 1H2 MORGANTE MAGGIORE OF PULCI . [ THE following translation was executed at Ravenna , in THE MORGANTE MAGGIORE OF PULCI ·
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... Ravenna , in February , 1820 , and first saw the light in the pages of the unfortunate journal called " The Liberal . " The merit of it , as Lord Byron over and over states in his letters , consists in the wonderful verbum pro verbo ...
... Ravenna , in February , 1820 , and first saw the light in the pages of the unfortunate journal called " The Liberal . " The merit of it , as Lord Byron over and over states in his letters , consists in the wonderful verbum pro verbo ...
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... Ravenna ! - where from Dante's sacred tomb He had so oft , as many a verse declares , Drawn inspiration . " . - ROGERS . The Prophecy , however , was first published in May , 1821. It is dedicated to the Countess Guiccioli , who thus ...
... Ravenna ! - where from Dante's sacred tomb He had so oft , as many a verse declares , Drawn inspiration . " . - ROGERS . The Prophecy , however , was first published in May , 1821. It is dedicated to the Countess Guiccioli , who thus ...
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Page 35 - She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings, The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind To comprehend the universe : nor these Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine, Pity, and smiles, and tears — which I had not ; And tenderness — but that I had for her ; Humility — and that I never had. Her faults were mine — her virtues were her own — I loved her, and destroy'd her ! Witch.
Page 29 - It is not noon— the Sunbow's rays still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's waving column O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail, The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse.
Page 66 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome ; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...
Page 21 - Half dust, half deity, alike unfit To sink or soar, with our mixed essence, make A conflict of its elements, and breathe The breath of degradation and of pride, Contending with low wants and lofty will, Till our mortality predominates, And men are — what they name not to themselves, And trust not to each other.
Page 23 - Ye toppling crags of ice ! Ye avalanches, whom a breath draws down In mountainous o'erwhelming, come and crush me ! I hear ye momently above, beneath, • Crash with a frequent conflict ; but ye pass, And only fall on things that still would live ; On the young flourishing forest, or the hut And hamlet of the harmless villager.
Page 59 - This should have been a noble creature: he Hath all the energy which would have made A goodly frame of glorious elements, Had they been wisely mingled; as it is, It is an awful chaos— Light and Darkness— And mind and dust— and passions and pure thoughts Mixed, and contending without end or order,— All dormant or destructive.
Page 60 - Themselves in orisons ! Thou material God ! And representative of the Unknown — Who chose thee for his shadow ! Thou chief star ! Centre of many stars ! which mak'st our earth Endurable, and temperest the hues And hearts of all who walk within thy rays...
Page 12 - The Glacier's cold and restless mass Moves onward day by day ; But I am he who bids it pass, Or with its ice delay.
Page 70 - Thou didst not tempt me, and thou couldst not tempt me; I have not been thy dupe nor am thy prey, But was my own destroyer, and will be My own hereafter. — Back, ye baffled fiends ! The hand of death is on me — but not yours ! [The Demons disappear.
Page 54 - Old man ! there is no power in holy men, Nor charm in prayer, nor purifying form Of penitence, nor outward look, nor fast, Nor agony — nor, greater than all these, The innate tortures of that deep despair. Which is remorse without the fear of hell, But all in all sufficient to itself Would make a hell of heaven — can exorcise From out the...