A Study of the Night in the Poetry of Byron, Keats, and ShelleyUniversity of Wisconsin--Madison, 1897 - 226 páginas |
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... say , in explanat that many of the descriptive paasages of night pass so im perceptibly into those of the morning or the evening , as evening itself shades into the night and the night into t morning , that they were included almost ...
... say , in explanat that many of the descriptive paasages of night pass so im perceptibly into those of the morning or the evening , as evening itself shades into the night and the night into t morning , that they were included almost ...
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... say , in explanation , that many of the descriptive paasages of night pass so im- perceptibly into those of the morning or the evening , as the evening itself shades into the night and the night into the morning , that they were ...
... say , in explanation , that many of the descriptive paasages of night pass so im- perceptibly into those of the morning or the evening , as the evening itself shades into the night and the night into the morning , that they were ...
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... says , " The night grimly darkled o'er their faces pale . " 2 And the sadness of his spir- it attributes sadness to the night , in the line , - " The heavy hour was chill and dark . " But Byron has some phrases which tell of the ...
... says , " The night grimly darkled o'er their faces pale . " 2 And the sadness of his spir- it attributes sadness to the night , in the line , - " The heavy hour was chill and dark . " But Byron has some phrases which tell of the ...
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... says , " Tender is the night " . The cold has not much to do with his nights , though once he mentions a " winter's night " , and once a " drear - nighted December " . Shelley has a greater variety of adjectives than Byron 1 The Giaour ...
... says , " Tender is the night " . The cold has not much to do with his nights , though once he mentions a " winter's night " , and once a " drear - nighted December " . Shelley has a greater variety of adjectives than Byron 1 The Giaour ...
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... says of Childe Harold , " Many a joy could he from Night's soft presence glean . And not only joy comes from the night , but like all of us , " 2 he feels its strengthening calm , and says of night that it is the time " when the soul ...
... says of Childe Harold , " Many a joy could he from Night's soft presence glean . And not only joy comes from the night , but like all of us , " 2 he feels its strengthening calm , and says of night that it is the time " when the soul ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Alastor azure beam bean beauty blue breath bright Byron Caesar's palace calm Canto iv.stanza Canto v.stanza Childe Harold clouds cold connection Cynthia dark deep descriptions of night Dian's Don Juan dreams dusky Endymion eternal eyes fair figure gaze gentle gleam gloom glow-worm hath hill horn hues Hyperion Ibid imaginative Keats light lingering longer passages Manfred midnight mist moon's Moonbeam moonbeans moonless moonlight moonshine morn mountains mysterious night scene o'er ocean Once he speaks pale pallid peep poem Prometheus Unbound purple Queen Mab quote references repose revelry Revolt of Islam rolling says scene the poet shade shadow Shelley Shelley's shine shone Siege of Corinth silent silver skies sleep smile soft soul spirit splendor stanza starless night starry stars storm sunrise sunset sweet thee thine thou trembling twilight twinkle v.stanza vault veil wander waning waters waters sleep waves wild winds
Passagens conhecidas
Página 97 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! Ye! With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful ; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, oh tempests ! is the goal ? Are ye like those within the human breast? Or do ye find, at length, like eagles, some high nest?
Página 96 - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder!
Página 94 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Página 65 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for Heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Página 58 - But when the rising moon begins to climb Its topmost arch, and gently pauses there; When the stars twinkle through the loops of time, And the low night-breeze waves along the air, The...
Página 7 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Página 76 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Página 65 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night...
Página 7 - And this is in the night : most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight — A portion of the tempest, and of thee ! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black — and now the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
Página 15 - Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep ; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore. Of flowers yet fresh with childhood ; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more...