Lord Byron Vindicated: Or, Rome and Her PilgrimSimpkin, Marshall & Company, 1876 - 147 psl. |
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... shadows which Bigotry , Misconception , Envy and Malice , have cast about the fame and fortunes of Byron - that surpassing Genius whose gigantic intellect dwarfed and dwindled the galaxy of lesser stars sur- rounding him it is meet ...
... shadows which Bigotry , Misconception , Envy and Malice , have cast about the fame and fortunes of Byron - that surpassing Genius whose gigantic intellect dwarfed and dwindled the galaxy of lesser stars sur- rounding him it is meet ...
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... shadows of far years extend : Albeit my brow thou never should'st behold , My voice shall with thy future visions blend , And reach into thy heart , when mine is cold , - A token and a tone , even from thy father's mould . " To aid thy ...
... shadows of far years extend : Albeit my brow thou never should'st behold , My voice shall with thy future visions blend , And reach into thy heart , when mine is cold , - A token and a tone , even from thy father's mould . " To aid thy ...
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... shadows of their tomb , And rouse yon mighty phantoms ? -Lo ! their bays Bloom with perennial freshness , for the Womb Of Earth claims not their Spirits which all Time illume ! CANTO I. Rome . THE pilgrim still revisits thy lone 2 LORD ...
... shadows of their tomb , And rouse yon mighty phantoms ? -Lo ! their bays Bloom with perennial freshness , for the Womb Of Earth claims not their Spirits which all Time illume ! CANTO I. Rome . THE pilgrim still revisits thy lone 2 LORD ...
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... shadow ? Was their song Meant not to worship Nature ? Yea ! the sense Of high Omnipotence was theirs ; the thong Which bound their Reason was a spell intense , Fraught not with Crime , but Error , and a just defence ' G Rome . AINST ...
... shadow ? Was their song Meant not to worship Nature ? Yea ! the sense Of high Omnipotence was theirs ; the thong Which bound their Reason was a spell intense , Fraught not with Crime , but Error , and a just defence ' G Rome . AINST ...
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... shadow forth , of yore , O , line for th , of yo , The mystic Logos of the Nicene creed ! - The awful Triad , at whose triple door Wisdom falls , shatter'd , like the storm - bent reed ! - ( 1 ) What is this creature , Man , that he ...
... shadow forth , of yore , O , line for th , of yo , The mystic Logos of the Nicene creed ! - The awful Triad , at whose triple door Wisdom falls , shatter'd , like the storm - bent reed ! - ( 1 ) What is this creature , Man , that he ...
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Lord Byron Vindicated, Or: Rome and Her Pilgrim. By Manfred (pseud.) Elliott W. Preston Visos knygos peržiūra - 1876 |
Lord Byron Vindicated, Or: Rome and Her Pilgrim. By Manfred (pseud.) Elliott W. Preston Visos knygos peržiūra - 1876 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
afar Age of Fable Ancient Rome beam beautiful blest blood bove breast breath bright Brutus Bulfinch Byron's Childe Harold CANTO CANTO II Circus Circus Maximus clime Coliseum dark dead deep Desolation deux doth dust Earth eternal Faerie Queene fair fame fell flower fond Genius Giaour Gibbon's Rome glories grave hath haught heart Heaven Hector Hyacinthus immortal introductory Ivy green Julius Cæsar Justice King Richard III lone Lord Lord Byron Love's Lucius Junius Brutus Mark Antony memory mighty Mind mould neath Night noble o'er pale Palinurus Passion Patroclus pieds poem poet Pompey prayer proud Rome's Scene seem'd shadow Shakespeare's Hamlet shame smote song Soul Soul's sown Spirit Stanza starr'd stars stern stone sweet tear thee thine thou art thou did'st thou shalt thou wert thy name Time's unto Victories of Julian voice waves whilst wild wind
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107 psl. - Let not the land, once proud of him, Insult him now, Nor brand with deeper shame his dim, Dishonored brow. But let its humbled sons, instead, From sea to lake, A long lament, as for the dead, In sadness make...
99 psl. - The vultures to the conqueror's banner true Who feed where Desolation first has fed, And whose wings rain contagion; how they fled, When, like Apollo, from his golden bow The Pythian of the age one arrow sped And smiled! The spoilers tempt no second blow, They fawn on the proud feet that spurn them lying low.
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102 psl. - Lord, who shall abide in Thy tabernacle? Who shall dwell in Thy holy hill? He that walketh uprightly, and worketh righteousness, And speaketh the truth in his heart.
121 psl. - So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure ? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
59 psl. - 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...
125 psl. - If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?
119 psl. - Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
13 psl. - Foul outrage which thou knowest not, which thou shalt never know. Then clasp me round the neck once more, and give me one more kiss; And now mine own dear little girl, there is no way but this." With that he lifted high the steel, and smote her in the side, And in her blood she sank to earth, and with one sob she died.
2 psl. - Clime of the unforgotten brave ! Whose land from plain to mountain-cave Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave ! Shrine of the mighty ! can it be, That this is all remains of thee?