Selections from the Poetry of Lord ByronH. Holt, 1900 - 412 pages |
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... Jungfrau rear Her never - trodden snow , and seen the hoar Glaciers of bleak Mont Blanc both far and near , And in Chimari heard the thunder - hills of fear , LXXIV . The Acroceraunian mountains of old name ; And on Parnassus seen the ...
... Jungfrau rear Her never - trodden snow , and seen the hoar Glaciers of bleak Mont Blanc both far and near , And in Chimari heard the thunder - hills of fear , LXXIV . The Acroceraunian mountains of old name ; And on Parnassus seen the ...
Page 177
... Jungfrau . - Time , MANFRED alone upon the Cliffs . Morning . Man . The spirits I have raised abandon me— The spells which I have studied baffle me— The remedy I reck'd of tortured me : I lean no more on superhuman aid , It hath no ...
... Jungfrau . - Time , MANFRED alone upon the Cliffs . Morning . Man . The spirits I have raised abandon me— The spells which I have studied baffle me— The remedy I reck'd of tortured me : I lean no more on superhuman aid , It hath no ...
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... Jungfrau Mountain . Enter FIRST DESTINY . The moon is rising broad , and round , and bright ; And here on snows , where never human foot Of common mortal trod , we nightly tread And leave no traces ; o'er the savage sea , The glassy ...
... Jungfrau Mountain . Enter FIRST DESTINY . The moon is rising broad , and round , and bright ; And here on snows , where never human foot Of common mortal trod , we nightly tread And leave no traces ; o'er the savage sea , The glassy ...
Page 336
... Jungfrau , or " virgin " mountain . 116 lxxiii , 9 , and lxxiv , 1. Acroceraunian , from aκpos , extreme , elevated , pointed , and repavvós , thunderbolt . Hence Thunder- Hills . 116 : lxxiv , 5. with a Trojan's eye , i.e. , from the ...
... Jungfrau , or " virgin " mountain . 116 lxxiii , 9 , and lxxiv , 1. Acroceraunian , from aκpos , extreme , elevated , pointed , and repavvós , thunderbolt . Hence Thunder- Hills . 116 : lxxiv , 5. with a Trojan's eye , i.e. , from the ...
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... Jungfrau , and something else , much more than Faustus , that made me write Manfred . " " The two poems are obviously not in competition . With several motives in common , the aims are dif- ferent , and they belong in different classes ...
... Jungfrau , and something else , much more than Faustus , that made me write Manfred . " " The two poems are obviously not in competition . With several motives in common , the aims are dif- ferent , and they belong in different classes ...
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Page 153 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Page 153 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests: in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm. Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 303 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain.
Page 128 - There is the moral of all human tales; 'Tis but the same rehearsal of the past, First Freedom, and then Glory — when that fails, Wealth, vice, corruption, — barbarism at last. And History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page...
Page 263 - The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! "Where burning Sappho loved and sung, — Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse ; Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires'
Page 264 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Page 246 - Louder than the loud ocean, like a crash Of echoing thunder; and then all was hush'd, Save the wild wind and the remorseless dash Of billows; but at intervals there gush'd, Accompanied with a convulsive splash, A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony.
Page 296 - She walks in beauty like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes ; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Page 266 - But words are things ; and a small drop of ink, Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think...
Page 291 - These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear...