Selections from Byron, Wordsworth, Shelley, Keats and BrowningCharles Townsend Copeland, Henry Milner Rideout American book Company, 1909 - 311 páginas |
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... - cestors in the village church of Hucknall , for Westmin- ster Abbey refused a grave to the author of Cain . But his spirit had " led the genius of Britain on a pilgrimage throughout all Europe " ; as for the birthplace of 16 Lord Byron.
... - cestors in the village church of Hucknall , for Westmin- ster Abbey refused a grave to the author of Cain . But his spirit had " led the genius of Britain on a pilgrimage throughout all Europe " ; as for the birthplace of 16 Lord Byron.
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... spirit than was common with Byron , and it is of su- perior form to his earlier short narratives . In fact , not only do The Prisoner and Mazeppa proceed almost wholly without digression , but their sheer speed of narrative is what ...
... spirit than was common with Byron , and it is of su- perior form to his earlier short narratives . In fact , not only do The Prisoner and Mazeppa proceed almost wholly without digression , but their sheer speed of narrative is what ...
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... and desolation ; of his final state , when long imprisonment has made him unfit for freedom . The fine sonnet , beginning " Eternal spirit of the chainless Mind , " which would be impressive by itself , both gains and Introduction 19.
... and desolation ; of his final state , when long imprisonment has made him unfit for freedom . The fine sonnet , beginning " Eternal spirit of the chainless Mind , " which would be impressive by itself , both gains and Introduction 19.
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... , by J. Nichol ( English Men of Letters ) ; Life , by R. Noel ( Great Writers ) ; Essays , by T. B. Macaulay ; by W. Hazlitt ( The Spirit of the Age ) . SELECTIONS FROM LORD BYRON THE PRISONER OF CHILLON . MAZEPPA Introduction 21.
... , by J. Nichol ( English Men of Letters ) ; Life , by R. Noel ( Great Writers ) ; Essays , by T. B. Macaulay ; by W. Hazlitt ( The Spirit of the Age ) . SELECTIONS FROM LORD BYRON THE PRISONER OF CHILLON . MAZEPPA Introduction 21.
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... Spirit of the chainless Mind ! Brightest in dungeons , Liberty ! thou art : For there thy habitation is the heart The heart which love of thee alone can bind ; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned - ― To fetters , and the damp ...
... Spirit of the chainless Mind ! Brightest in dungeons , Liberty ! thou art : For there thy habitation is the heart The heart which love of thee alone can bind ; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned - ― To fetters , and the damp ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Athens beauty beneath birds breath bright Browning Byron Château de Chillon child Chillon cloud dark dead death deep delight dost doth Dowden dream earth England English Essays eyes fair fancy fear feel flowers friends galloped glory green happy hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY VAN DYKE Hervé Riel hills hope hour JOHN KEATS Keats lake Leigh Hunt light limbs live look Lord Byron Matthew Arnold Mazeppa morning mountain NEIDPATH CASTLE never night o'er once pain passed PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Pheidippides poems poet poet's poetry praise Prisoner of Chillon R. H. Hutton rock round Ruth seem'd Shelley Shelley's sight silent sing sleep smile song sonnets sorrow soul spirit star sweet thee thine things thou art thought trees twas voice wandering waves wild wind Wordsworth wrote Yarrow youth
Pasajes populares
Página 85 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Página 253 - There was a little city, and few men within it; and there came a great king against it, and besieged it, and built great bulwarks against it. Now there was found in it a poor wise man, and he by his wisdom delivered the city; yet no man remembered that same poor man.
Página 85 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Página 184 - My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare...
Página 220 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest? What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Página 270 - And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows? Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge- — That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
Página 266 - for Aix is in sight !" "How they'll greet us !" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Página 140 - The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
Página 23 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom— Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Página 173 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright.