Lord Byron Jugé Par Les Témoins de Sa Vie: My Recollections of Lord Byron; and Those of Eye-witnesses of His LifeHarper and Brothers, 1869 - 670ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... poet . The pilgrimage to Newstead is looked upon as an intellectual feast , if not as a duty , by young Englishmen , and his genius is so much revered by them that they do not admit that he is equalled by any contemporary poet or likely ...
... poet . The pilgrimage to Newstead is looked upon as an intellectual feast , if not as a duty , by young Englishmen , and his genius is so much revered by them that they do not admit that he is equalled by any contemporary poet or likely ...
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... poet with the first heroes of his poems . Such a mode of proceeding was as disloyal as it was contrary to all the received rules of literature . It was in- spired by hatred and vengeance , adopted by an idle and frivo- lous public , and ...
... poet with the first heroes of his poems . Such a mode of proceeding was as disloyal as it was contrary to all the received rules of literature . It was in- spired by hatred and vengeance , adopted by an idle and frivo- lous public , and ...
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... poet . There are , therefore , two well - marked personages on the scene , perfectly distinct and different from one ... poet ? That poet ( and he is no other than Lord Byron ) 18 ATTACKS UPON.
... poet . There are , therefore , two well - marked personages on the scene , perfectly distinct and different from one ... poet ? That poet ( and he is no other than Lord Byron ) 18 ATTACKS UPON.
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... poet has paid so no- ble a tribute to every virtue ? Could that vigor and freshness of mind which breathe upon the lips of the poet , and which well belonged to him , suit the corrupted nature of Harold ? If Byron dismisses his hero so ...
... poet has paid so no- ble a tribute to every virtue ? Could that vigor and freshness of mind which breathe upon the lips of the poet , and which well belonged to him , suit the corrupted nature of Harold ? If Byron dismisses his hero so ...
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... poet , and to form with him one person only . Childe Har- old's sorrows are those of Lord Byron , but there no longer ex- ists any trace of misanthropy or of satiety . His heart already beats with that of the poet for chaste and devoted ...
... poet , and to form with him one person only . Childe Har- old's sorrows are those of Lord Byron , but there no longer ex- ists any trace of misanthropy or of satiety . His heart already beats with that of the poet for chaste and devoted ...
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531 ÆäÀÌÁö - We know no spectacle so ridiculous as the British public in one of its periodical fits of morality. In general, elopements, divorces, and family quarrels, pass with little notice. We read the scandal, talk about it for a day, and forget it. But once in six or seven years our virtue becomes outrageous. We cannot suffer the laws of religion and decency to be violated. We must make a stand against vice. We must teach libertines, that the English people appreciate the importance of domestic ties.
121 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fix'd in its own eternity. Above or Love, Hope, Hate, or Fear, It lives all passionless and pure : An age shall fleet like earthly year ; Its years as moments shall endure. Away, away, without a wing, O'er all, through all, its thought shall fly ; A nameless and eternal thing, Forgetting what it was to die.
233 ÆäÀÌÁö - O'er the sea And from the mountains where I now respire, Fain would I waft such blessing upon thee, As, with a sigh, I deem thou might'st have been to me.
121 ÆäÀÌÁö - Shall it survey, shall it recall : Each fainter trace that memory holds So darkly of departed years, In one broad glance the soul beholds, And all, that was, at once appears.
232 ÆäÀÌÁö - To whom the shadows of far years extend : Albeit my brow thou never shouldst behold, My voice shall with thy future visions blend, And reach into thy heart, when mine is cold, A token and a tone, even from thy father's mould.
128 ÆäÀÌÁö - But thou, of temples old, or altars new, Standest alone — with nothing like to thee — Worthiest of God, the holy and the true. Since Zion's desolation, when that He Forsook His former city, what could be, Of earthly structures, in His honour piled, Of a sublimer aspect? Majesty, Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty, all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship undefiled.
126 ÆäÀÌÁö - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep...
329 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh ! that the Desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair Spirit for my minister, That I might all forget the human race, And, hating no one, love but only her ! Ye Elements ! in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted — Can ye not Accord me such a being ? Do I err In deeming such inhabit many a spot ? Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot.
293 ÆäÀÌÁö - And angling, too, that solitary vice, Whatever Izaak Walton sings or says: The quaint, old, cruel coxcomb, in his gullet Should have a hook, and a small trout to pull it.
318 ÆäÀÌÁö - Who hath not proved how feebly words essay To fix one spark of Beauty's heavenly ray ? Who doth not feel, until his failing sight Faints into dimness with its own delight, His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess The might — the majesty of Loveliness...