...images which adorn Byron's poetry, Wordsworth considered the two following the most felicitous : — Yet, Freedom ! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind ! For Freedom's battle, once begun, Bequeathed by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft, is ever...

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...begun, Bequeathed by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft, is ever won. 12. AMERICA. — Byron. Yet, Freedom! yet, thy banner, torn, but flying, Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind; Thy trumpet voice, though broken now and dying, The loudest still the tempest leaves behind ! Thy tree...

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...strength of grasp found a fit ally in his magnificent power over imagery : — COLERIDGE AS A POET. • Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, Streams like the thunderstorm against the wind; Thy trumpet voice, though broken now and dying, The loudest still the tempest leaves behind.' These were...

...appreciate ; here his strength of grasp found a fit ally in his magnificent power over imagery : — ' Yet, Freedom ! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, Streams like the thunderstorm against the wind ; Thy trumpet voice, though broken now and dying, The loudest still the tempest leaves behind.' These were...

...appreciate ; here his strength of grasp found a fit ally in his magnificent power over imagery: — ' Yet, Freedom ! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, Streams like the thunderstorm against the wind ; Thy trumpet voice, though broken now and dying, The loudest still the tempest leaves behind.' These were...

...where they howl and hiss. Canto iv. St. 69. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands. Canto iv. St. 79. Yet, Freedom ! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind. Canto iv. St. 98. Heaven gives its favourites — early death.1 Canto iv. St. 102. Man ! Thou pendulum...