Lectures on the English Comic WritersWiley and Putnam, 1845 - 222 oldal |
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182. oldal
... Lord Byron shuts himself up too much in the impenetrable gloom of his own thoughts , and buries the natural light of things in " nook monastic . " The Giaour , the Corsair , Childe Harold , are all the same person , and they are ...
... Lord Byron shuts himself up too much in the impenetrable gloom of his own thoughts , and buries the natural light of things in " nook monastic . " The Giaour , the Corsair , Childe Harold , are all the same person , and they are ...
183. oldal
... Lord Byron's writings . Yet he has beauty lurking underneath his strength , tenderness sometimes joined with the phrenzy of despair . A flash of golden light sometimes follows from a stroke of his pencil , like a falling meteor . The ...
... Lord Byron's writings . Yet he has beauty lurking underneath his strength , tenderness sometimes joined with the phrenzy of despair . A flash of golden light sometimes follows from a stroke of his pencil , like a falling meteor . The ...
184. oldal
William Hazlitt. If Lord Byron will write anything more on this hazardous theme , let him take these lines of ... Lord Byron in intense passion , to Moore in delightful fancy , to Mr. Wordsworth in profound sentiment : but he has more ...
William Hazlitt. If Lord Byron will write anything more on this hazardous theme , let him take these lines of ... Lord Byron in intense passion , to Moore in delightful fancy , to Mr. Wordsworth in profound sentiment : but he has more ...
230. oldal
... LORD BYRON , AND MR . BOWLES . THIS is a very proper letter for a lord to write to his bookseller , and for Mr. Murray to show about among his friends , as it con- tains some dry rubs at Mr. Bowles , and some good hits at Mr ... LORD BYRON ,
... LORD BYRON , AND MR . BOWLES . THIS is a very proper letter for a lord to write to his bookseller , and for Mr. Murray to show about among his friends , as it con- tains some dry rubs at Mr. Bowles , and some good hits at Mr ... LORD BYRON ,
232. oldal
... Lordship's chaplain out of his Lordship's house , is what I see no reason for . Lord Byron , in the Preface to his Tragedy , complains that Horace Walpole has had hard measure dealt him by the critics , " firstly , because he was a lord ...
... Lordship's chaplain out of his Lordship's house , is what I see no reason for . Lord Byron , in the Preface to his Tragedy , complains that Horace Walpole has had hard measure dealt him by the critics , " firstly , because he was a lord ...
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7. oldal - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
145. oldal - I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride; Of Him who walked in glory and in joy Following his plough, along the mountain-side : By our own spirits are we deified : We poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.
5. oldal - The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation, and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or, in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear ! Hip.
107. oldal - Attract his slender feet. The foodless wilds Pour forth their brown inhabitants. The hare, Though timorous of heart, and hard beset By death in various forms, dark snares, and dogs, And more unpitying men, the garden seeks, Urged on by fearless want.
73. oldal - From Heaven they fabled, thrown by angry Jove Sheer o'er the crystal battlements: from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith, like a falling star, On Lemnos, the Aegean isle.
88. oldal - Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
208. oldal - Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall, Godlike erect, with native honour clad In naked majesty, seem'd lords of all ; And worthy seem'd : for in their looks divine The image of their glorious Maker shone, Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure, Severe, but in true filial freedom...
6. oldal - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war...
62. oldal - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her. Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
205. oldal - And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy...