With Byron in Italy: A Selection of the Poems and Letters of Lord Byron Relating to His Life in ItalyT. F. Unwin, 1907 - 327 sider |
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... ( Genoa ) PAGE 252 264 • 276 286 296 304 0 312 O Introduction - F the four English poets whose lives [ xiii ] ILLUSTRATIONS GENERAL INTRODUCTION PAGE INTRODUCTION TO BYRON'S LIFE IN PISA, LEGHORN, GENOA From Byron's "Detached Thoughts" ...
... ( Genoa ) PAGE 252 264 • 276 286 296 304 0 312 O Introduction - F the four English poets whose lives [ xiii ] ILLUSTRATIONS GENERAL INTRODUCTION PAGE INTRODUCTION TO BYRON'S LIFE IN PISA, LEGHORN, GENOA From Byron's "Detached Thoughts" ...
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A Selection of the Poems and Letters of Lord Byron Relating to His Life in Italy George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Anna Benneson McMahan. 1 ! Introduction O > F the four English poets whose lives.
A Selection of the Poems and Letters of Lord Byron Relating to His Life in Italy George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Anna Benneson McMahan. 1 ! Introduction O > F the four English poets whose lives.
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... English poets whose lives are almost as closely associated with Italy as with England Browning , Shelley , Byron , Landor - the one whose absorption into this land of their adoption is most obvious and most complete is Byron . Browning ...
... English poets whose lives are almost as closely associated with Italy as with England Browning , Shelley , Byron , Landor - the one whose absorption into this land of their adoption is most obvious and most complete is Byron . Browning ...
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... English . When he arrived in Italy ( November , 1816 ) he was twenty - eight years old , and no man at twenty - eight had ever been more in the public eye . He had " awaked and found himself famous " for one poem , had sold in one day ...
... English . When he arrived in Italy ( November , 1816 ) he was twenty - eight years old , and no man at twenty - eight had ever been more in the public eye . He had " awaked and found himself famous " for one poem , had sold in one day ...
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... English and American editions of his poems proves that the twentieth century is ready to renew its acquaintance with a somewhat neglected Byron . - But his The last and most prolific period of Byron's literary composition was the eight ...
... English and American editions of his poems proves that the twentieth century is ready to renew its acquaintance with a somewhat neglected Byron . - But his The last and most prolific period of Byron's literary composition was the eight ...
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Side 71 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within...
Side 104 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime, Dark-heaving, boundless, endless and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Side 79 - There is a stern round tower of other days, Firm as a fortress, with its fence of stone, Such as an army's baffled strength delays, Standing with half its battlements alone, And with two thousand years of ivy grown, The garland of eternity, where wave The green leaves over all by time o'erthrown ; — What was this tower of strength ? within its cave What treasure lay so lock'd, so hid ? — A woman's grave.
Side 104 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Side 60 - Thou art the garden of the world, the home Of all Art yields, and Nature can decree; Even in thy desert, what is like to thee? Thy very weeds are beautiful, thy waste More rich than other climes' fertility; Thy wreck a glory, and thy ruin graced With an immaculate charm which cannot be defaced.
Side 38 - 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...
Side 279 - Must we but blush? — Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae! What, silent still ? and silent all ? Ah, no; — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, " Let one living head, But one, arise — we come, we come!
Side 104 - 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...
Side 60 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear, Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die: Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, 18 The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy...
Side 96 - 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.