Manfred,: A Dramatic Poem, 2. kötetJohn Murray, Albemarle-Street., 1817 - 73 oldal |
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... should be the instructor of the wise ; Sorrow is knowledge : they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth , The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life . " Philosophy and science , and the springs Of wonder MANFRED. ...
... should be the instructor of the wise ; Sorrow is knowledge : they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth , The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life . " Philosophy and science , and the springs Of wonder MANFRED. ...
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... fatal ! -for the love Of him who made you , stand not on that brink ! MAN . ( not hearing him . ) Such would have been for me a fitting tomb ; My bones had then been quiet in their depth ; They had not then been strewn upon the rocks ...
... fatal ! -for the love Of him who made you , stand not on that brink ! MAN . ( not hearing him . ) Such would have been for me a fitting tomb ; My bones had then been quiet in their depth ; They had not then been strewn upon the rocks ...
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... fatal . C. HUN . Heaven give thee rest ! And penitence restore thee to thyself ; My prayers shall be for thee . MAN . I need them not , But can endure thy pity . I depart— ' Tis time - farewell ! —Here's gold , and thanks for thee- No ...
... fatal . C. HUN . Heaven give thee rest ! And penitence restore thee to thyself ; My prayers shall be for thee . MAN . I need them not , But can endure thy pity . I depart— ' Tis time - farewell ! —Here's gold , and thanks for thee- No ...
32. oldal
... , extreme in both , Fatal and fated in thy sufferings . I have expected this - what wouldst thou with me ? MAN . To look upon thy beauty - nothing further . The face of the earth hath madden'd me , and 32 ACT II . MANFRED .
... , extreme in both , Fatal and fated in thy sufferings . I have expected this - what wouldst thou with me ? MAN . To look upon thy beauty - nothing further . The face of the earth hath madden'd me , and 32 ACT II . MANFRED .
37. oldal
... fatal things pass'd harmless - the cold hand Of an all - pitiless demon held me back , Back by a single hair , which would not break . In phantasy , imagination , all The affluence of my soul - which one day was A Croesus in creation ...
... fatal things pass'd harmless - the cold hand Of an all - pitiless demon held me back , Back by a single hair , which would not break . In phantasy , imagination , all The affluence of my soul - which one day was A Croesus in creation ...
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answer ASTARTE Author beautiful beneath bidding Boards breath Castle of Manfred CHAMOIS HUNTER clay clouds death DESTINIES doth dread dwell earth Eleuthera Engravings Enter the ABBOT Exit MANFRED eyes fatal France French Glory to Arimanes Hast thou hath heart heaven hell HERMAN hour HURST illustrated JOHN large Paper late live London Longman look LORD LORD BYRON MANUEL Memoirs Mix'd mortal mountain Mysore NEMESIS night o'er ocean Octavo ORME PACIFIC OCEAN Pausanias pause PHAN Plates POEM Poet Laureate Portraits Price 21 printed Quarto REES rise ROBERT SOUTHEY ROBERT WALPOLE Royal Royal Navy SCENE Second Edition slumber Small 8vo soul speak SPIRIT star sunbow's things thou art thou dost thou wilt thoughts thy wish thyself torrent torture Translated TRAVELS UNIVERSITY of EDINBURGH URINARY ORGANS voice vols Volume wandering wave WILLIAM WILLIAM COXE WITCH wouldst thou wreck ΜΑΝ Аввот
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68. oldal - 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...
10. oldal - Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains, They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.
33. oldal - tis but the same; My pang shall find a voice. From my youth upwards My spirit walk'd not with the souls of men, Nor look'd upon the earth with human eyes ; The thirst of their ambition was not mine, The aim of their existence was not mine ; My joys, my griefs, my passions, and my powers, Made me a stranger ; though I wore the form, I had no sympathy with breathing flesh, Nor midst the creatures of clay that girded me Was there but one who but of her anon.
31. oldal - 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.
69. oldal - But the gladiators' bloody Circus stands, A noble wreck in ruinous perfection ! While Caesar's chambers, and the Augustan halls, Grovel on earth in indistinct decay.
61. oldal - Look on me! there is an order Of mortals on the earth, who do become Old in their youth, and die ere middle age...
19. oldal - ... tears I did distil An essence which hath strength to kill ; From thy own heart I then did wring The black blood in its blackest spring ; From thy own smile I...
36. oldal - 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 hod 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.
51. oldal - Hear me, hear me — Astarte! —my beloved! speak to me: I have so much endured — so much endure — Look on me ! the grave hath not changed thee more Than I am changed for thee. Thou lovedst me Too much, as I loved thee : we were not made To torture thus each other, though it were The deadliest sin to love as we have loved.
8. oldal - Philosophy and science, and the springs Of wonder, and the wisdom of the world, I have essay'd, and in my mind there is A power to make these subject to itself — But they avail not...