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... speaking of that exquisite master of language , the Italian poet Leopardi , remarks how often we see the alliance , singular though it may at first sight appear , of the poetical genius with the genius for scholar- ship and philology ...
... speaking of that exquisite master of language , the Italian poet Leopardi , remarks how often we see the alliance , singular though it may at first sight appear , of the poetical genius with the genius for scholar- ship and philology ...
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... speaking of Byron at that moment was not and could not be quite the same cool critic as Goethe speaking of Dante , or Molière , or Milton . This , I say , we ought to remember in reading Goethe's judgments on Byron and his poetry ...
... speaking of Byron at that moment was not and could not be quite the same cool critic as Goethe speaking of Dante , or Molière , or Milton . This , I say , we ought to remember in reading Goethe's judgments on Byron and his poetry ...
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... Speak - speak of any thing but love . ' Twere long to tell , and vain to hear , The tale of one who scorns a tear ; And there is little in that tale Which better bosoms would bewail . But mine has suffer'd more than well ' Twould suit ...
... Speak - speak of any thing but love . ' Twere long to tell , and vain to hear , The tale of one who scorns a tear ; And there is little in that tale Which better bosoms would bewail . But mine has suffer'd more than well ' Twould suit ...
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... ; By that zone - encircled waist ; By all the token - flowers that tell What words can never speak so well ; By love's alternate joy and woe , Ζώη μου , σάς ἀγαπῶ . Maid of Athens ! I am gone ; Think of 14 POETRY OF BYRON . "Maid of Athens.
... ; By that zone - encircled waist ; By all the token - flowers that tell What words can never speak so well ; By love's alternate joy and woe , Ζώη μου , σάς ἀγαπῶ . Maid of Athens ! I am gone ; Think of 14 POETRY OF BYRON . "Maid of Athens.
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... voice ; he did not speak to her , But trembled on her words ; she was his sight , For his eye follow'd hers , and saw with hers , Which colour'd all his objects : -he had ceased To PERSONAL , LYRIC , AND ELEGIAC . 35 The Dream.
... voice ; he did not speak to her , But trembled on her words ; she was his sight , For his eye follow'd hers , and saw with hers , Which colour'd all his objects : -he had ceased To PERSONAL , LYRIC , AND ELEGIAC . 35 The Dream.
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Page 65 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Page 50 - 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.
Page 44 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined and unknown.
Page 111 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony ; And his droop'd head sinks gradually low ; And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder shower ; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Page 94 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That 1 with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Page 84 - Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow?
Page 112 - He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!
Page 253 - A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusky, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown On a fool's head - and there is London Town!
Page 125 - Returning where my walk begun, Avoiding only, as I trod, My brothers' graves without a sod ; For if I thought with heedless tread My step profaned their lowly bed, My breath came gaspingly and thick, And my crush'd heart fell blind and sick.
Page 92 - Within a windowed niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear; And when they smiled because he...