Poets. French revolutionists. NovelistsJ. Hogg, 1856 |
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... BYRON 17 36 54 64 GEORGE CRABBE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY 74 83 94 THOMAS HOOD 110 ROBERT POLLOK • 117 ROBERT SOUTHEY SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THOMAS CAMPBELL 126 131 142 THOMAS MOORE 149 EDGAR POE 153 JAMES MONTGOMERY 160 ...
... BYRON 17 36 54 64 GEORGE CRABBE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY 74 83 94 THOMAS HOOD 110 ROBERT POLLOK • 117 ROBERT SOUTHEY SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THOMAS CAMPBELL 126 131 142 THOMAS MOORE 149 EDGAR POE 153 JAMES MONTGOMERY 160 ...
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... Byron , Moore , ful , and full of genius and geniality , it is ! and Eugene Sue ) , is always clean , healthy , Why , Bardolph's red nose eclipses all and beautiful . the humorous characters that have suc- ceeded on the stage . Ancient ...
... Byron , Moore , ful , and full of genius and geniality , it is ! and Eugene Sue ) , is always clean , healthy , Why , Bardolph's red nose eclipses all and beautiful . the humorous characters that have suc- ceeded on the stage . Ancient ...
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... Byron , and Scott , a fear of " dying yard , till it seems to glare and chatter in a - top , " and has he shot out that awful fear return , are in keeping with the wild story into his impersonation of the Prince of Den- and wilder ...
... Byron , and Scott , a fear of " dying yard , till it seems to glare and chatter in a - top , " and has he shot out that awful fear return , are in keeping with the wild story into his impersonation of the Prince of Den- and wilder ...
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... Byron - the one singing the pleasures of pleasure , the other the darker delights which mingle even with misery , like strange , scattered , bewildered flowers growing on the rugged rocks of hell . An acute critic in an Edinburgh pe ...
... Byron - the one singing the pleasures of pleasure , the other the darker delights which mingle even with misery , like strange , scattered , bewildered flowers growing on the rugged rocks of hell . An acute critic in an Edinburgh pe ...
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... Byron and Lochnagar , of Cole- other , were of the same quality — whether ridge and Nether Stowey , of Wilson and they agreed in anything but the name . Elleray , of Scott and Abbotsford , of We have here no trash , as profane as it ...
... Byron and Lochnagar , of Cole- other , were of the same quality — whether ridge and Nether Stowey , of Wilson and they agreed in anything but the name . Elleray , of Scott and Abbotsford , of We have here no trash , as profane as it ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
admiration amid angels Balder beauty breath Bulwer Burns Byron calm character Coleridge critics daring dark death deep divine Dr Johnson dream earth Ebenezer Elliott eloquent eternal Eugene Aram fancy feeling fire flowers genius gloom glory Goethe grandeur hand heart heaven hell human Iliad imagination immortal intellect Joanna Baillie John Keats Keats language Leigh Hunt less light living Lochnagar lofty look Macbeth melancholy ment Milton mind mingled Mirabeau misery moral mountains Napoleon nature ness never night once Paradise Lost passion peculiar poem poet poetical poetry profound Prometheus prose racter scene Scott seems shadow Shakspere Shakspere's Shelley Shelley's shining sion song soul speak spirit stars story strong style sublime sweet tale tears thee things Thomas Aird thou thought tion tone trembling true truth verse voice whole wild wind wonder words Wordsworth writings Yendys
Passagens conhecidas
Página 137 - Rise, O ever rise, Rise like a cloud of incense, from the Earth! Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills, Thou dread ambassador from Earth to Heaven, Great hierarch ! tell thou the silent sky, And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun, Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
Página 254 - And there shall be signs in the sun and in the moon and in the stars, and upon the earth distress of nations with perplexity, the sea and the waves roaring, men's hearts failing them for fear and for looking after those things which are coming on the earth ; for the powers of heaven shall be shaken.
Página 228 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides ; and tho...
Página 32 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Página 45 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Página 27 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Página 222 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter, and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say " Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Página 137 - THE Lord descended from above, And bowed the heavens most high; And underneath his feet he cast The darkness of the sky. 2 On cherub and on cherubim, Full royally, he rode ; And on the wings of mighty winds Came flying all abroad.
Página 125 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day...
Página 159 - THE skies they were ashen and sober, The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir — It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.