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 - 670 страници |
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Страница 418 - not once have associated it with sensual images. Not even in ' Don Juan,' where he has described voluptuous beauties with so much elegance." Then, quoting from ' Hebrew Melodies,'— SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY. She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus
Страница 155 - air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being, and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and Defence." And again, on viewing the Alps, he writes the poem of ' Manfred,' in which his belief in a One God, and Creator, is expressed in sublime lines. His repugnance to atheism and
Страница 436 - Oh! that the Desert were ray 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
Страница 418 - to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er lier face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their
Страница 418 - face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness
Страница 279 - As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned
Страница 316 - Rut these are deeds which should not pass away, And names that must not wither, though the earth Forgets her empires with a just decay, The enslavers and the enslaved, their death and birth ; The high, the mountain-majesty of worth Should be, and shall, survivor of its woe, And from its immortality look forth
Страница 303 - thus much shall eud ; I see thee not, I hear thee not, but none Can be so wrapt in thee ; thou art the friend To whom the shadows of far years extend : Albeit my brow them never shouldst behold, My voice shall with thy future visions blend, And reach into thy heart, when mine is
Страница 330 - with which he was assailed throughout his life :— "Have I not had to wrestle with my lot? Have I not suffered things to be forgiven ? Have I not had my brain sear'd, my heart riven, Hopes sapp'd, name blighted, Life's life lied away ? " Such beautiful lines speak loudly enough of
Страница 304 - Sweet be thy cradled slumbers ! O'er the sea And from the mountains where 1 now respire, Fain would I waft such blessing upon thee, As, with a sigh, I deem thou might'st have been to me." Who ever read 'Childe Harold' and was not touched by the delightful stanzas of the third canto, —a perfect