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... beauty and sweetness , nor have produced that unstudied harmony of thought and rhythm which is conspicuous ( for instance ) in some of his stanzas on Greece in the second canto . It should also be remembered , that of the two elements ...
... beauty and sweetness , nor have produced that unstudied harmony of thought and rhythm which is conspicuous ( for instance ) in some of his stanzas on Greece in the second canto . It should also be remembered , that of the two elements ...
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... beauty , he was saved from the mistake of word- painting , which is an imperfect attempt to represent in words what the painter can delineate far better on his canvas . The nearest approach to this in ' Childe Harold ' is the ...
... beauty , he was saved from the mistake of word- painting , which is an imperfect attempt to represent in words what the painter can delineate far better on his canvas . The nearest approach to this in ' Childe Harold ' is the ...
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... beauty ever bless'd The mind with in its most unearthly mood . ( 4. 1453-5 ) f . Various forms of condensed expression : When less barbarians would have cheer'd him less , ( 2. 592 ) i . e . men less barbarous . Of then destruction ...
... beauty ever bless'd The mind with in its most unearthly mood . ( 4. 1453-5 ) f . Various forms of condensed expression : When less barbarians would have cheer'd him less , ( 2. 592 ) i . e . men less barbarous . Of then destruction ...
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... Beauty's circle proudly gay , The midnight brought the signal - sound of strife , The morn the marshalling in arms , - the day Battle's magnificently stern array ! ( 3. 244-8 ) Accordingly it is in this part of the stanza that many of ...
... Beauty's circle proudly gay , The midnight brought the signal - sound of strife , The morn the marshalling in arms , - the day Battle's magnificently stern array ! ( 3. 244-8 ) Accordingly it is in this part of the stanza that many of ...
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... Beauty long hath there been matchless deem'd ; Not in those visions to the heart displaying Forms which it sighs but to have only dream'd , Hath aught like thee in truth or fancy seem'd : Nor , having seen thee , shall I vainly seek 5 ...
... Beauty long hath there been matchless deem'd ; Not in those visions to the heart displaying Forms which it sighs but to have only dream'd , Hath aught like thee in truth or fancy seem'd : Nor , having seen thee , shall I vainly seek 5 ...
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Page 43 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Page 312 - Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Page 188 - 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 114 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 188 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war: These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 333 - You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty!
Page 132 - 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!
Page 114 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — »The foe! They come! they come!« And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering...
Page 178 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Page 178 - Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!