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... offenbar vor bei den Versen : Ha ha ! roll on thou glorious Wave ! Sing out thou fresh and mirthful Air ! ( The Siamese Twins , Book IV , Chapter 3 ; ed . Baudry , p . 292. ) Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow Such as - - 22.
... offenbar vor bei den Versen : Ha ha ! roll on thou glorious Wave ! Sing out thou fresh and mirthful Air ! ( The Siamese Twins , Book IV , Chapter 3 ; ed . Baudry , p . 292. ) Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow Such as - - 22.
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Lewis Scharf. Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow Such as creation's dawn beheld , thou rollest now . ( IV , 182. ) ( IV , 183. ) The image of Eternity the throne Of the Invisible . - Byron , sagten wir , verlegt mit Vorliebe die ...
Lewis Scharf. Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow Such as creation's dawn beheld , thou rollest now . ( IV , 182. ) ( IV , 183. ) The image of Eternity the throne Of the Invisible . - Byron , sagten wir , verlegt mit Vorliebe die ...
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... write a true history much is differently presented and oppropriately omitted . For even the peculiar events connected with so remarkable per- sonage as Lord Byron would scarcely be sufficient in themselves , or connected enough in their ...
... write a true history much is differently presented and oppropriately omitted . For even the peculiar events connected with so remarkable per- sonage as Lord Byron would scarcely be sufficient in themselves , or connected enough in their ...
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... writes ,, Oh ! for the pen of Ariosto to rehearse in epic , the scolding of that momentous eve . " ** ) We read in his letter from Piccadilly of the 9. Aug. 1806 words containing so much sarcasm , upon the subject , and drawing so ...
... writes ,, Oh ! for the pen of Ariosto to rehearse in epic , the scolding of that momentous eve . " ** ) We read in his letter from Piccadilly of the 9. Aug. 1806 words containing so much sarcasm , upon the subject , and drawing so ...
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... write to Dr. Drury , the head master of Harrow , desiring to see him in town respecting his ward and to inform him that the prospects of Lord Byron were not great pecuniarily and he inquired respecting his progress and what abilities he ...
... write to Dr. Drury , the head master of Harrow , desiring to see him in town respecting his ward and to inform him that the prospects of Lord Byron were not great pecuniarily and he inquired respecting his progress and what abilities he ...
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Page 34 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 45 - He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him ; nor below Can love, or sorrow, fame, ambition, strife, Cut to his heart again with the keen knife Of silent sharp endurance : he can tell Why thought seeks refuge in lone caves, yet rife With airy images, and shapes which dwell Still...
Page 34 - WHEN he, who adores thee, has left but the name Of his fault and his sorrows behind, Oh ! say wilt thou weep, when they darken the fame Of a life that for thee was resign'd...
Page 9 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now.
Page 34 - midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought and sued ; This is to be alone ; this, this is solitude ! XXVII.
Page 11 - ... so vast a command of the whole eloquence of scorn, misanthropy and despair. That Marah was never dry. No art could sweeten, no draughts could exhaust, its perennial waters of bitterness. Never was there such variety in monotony as that of Byron. From maniac laughter to piercing lamentation, there was not a single note of human anguish of which he was not master.
Page 22 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll [ Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Page 9 - She was like me in lineaments — her eyes, Her hair, her features, all, to the very tone Even of her voice, they said were like to mine; But soften'd all, and temper'd into beauty; 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...
Page 21 - Its gaudy colours spreads on every place ; The face of nature we no more survey, All glares alike, without distinction gay ; But true expression, like th' unchanging sun, Clears and improves whate'er it shines upon ; It gilds all objects, but it alters none.
Page 34 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.