Lecture on the Writings and Genius of Byron: Before the Carlisle Mechanics' Institution, 21st Jan., 1856A. Thurnam, 1856 - 36 pages |
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... follows , " We would not be understood as here maintaining a respectable , and amiable , but unfounded theory , that the fine arts have never flourished excepting under popular governments , nor that they ceased with such forms in ...
... follows , " We would not be understood as here maintaining a respectable , and amiable , but unfounded theory , that the fine arts have never flourished excepting under popular governments , nor that they ceased with such forms in ...
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... follows- " And ever since , and now , fair Italy ! Thou art the garden of the world , the home Of all Art yields , and Nature can decree ; Even in thy desert , what is like to thee ? Thy very weeds are beautiful , thy waste More rich ...
... follows- " And ever since , and now , fair Italy ! Thou art the garden of the world , the home Of all Art yields , and Nature can decree ; Even in thy desert , what is like to thee ? Thy very weeds are beautiful , thy waste More rich ...
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... follow- " I stood in Venice , on the bridge of sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise , As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me ...
... follow- " I stood in Venice , on the bridge of sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise , As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me ...
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... follows . She is a city built on small islands on the Adriatic , with fine , broad canals in place of streets , and marble palaces instead of houses , with beautiful gondolas instead of carriages and horses . The truth , as far as my ...
... follows . She is a city built on small islands on the Adriatic , with fine , broad canals in place of streets , and marble palaces instead of houses , with beautiful gondolas instead of carriages and horses . The truth , as far as my ...
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... follow- " Or view the God of the unerring bow , The God of life and poesy of light , The sun in human limbs arrayed , and brow All radiant from his triumph in the fight ; The shaft hath just been shot , the arrow bright With an ...
... follow- " Or view the God of the unerring bow , The God of life and poesy of light , The sun in human limbs arrayed , and brow All radiant from his triumph in the fight ; The shaft hath just been shot , the arrow bright With an ...
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Page 23 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Page 19 - His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction, thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray, And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: — there let him lay.
Page 20 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — '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 21 - And but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now. And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart...
Page 22 - Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb ; Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away! Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherish'd earth...
Page 17 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear, Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die: Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, 18 The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy...
Page 18 - Enter: its grandeur overwhelms thee not; And why? It is not lessen'd; but thy mind, Expanded by the genius of the spot, Has grown colossal, and can only find A fit abode wherein appear enshrined Thy hopes of immortality; and thou Shalt one day, if found worthy, so defined, See thy God face to face, as thou dost now His Holy of Holies, nor be blasted by his brow.
Page 14 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below, LXIII.
Page 15 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Page 21 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...