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... soul ! Life - nature - truth without exaggeration or diminution . Kemble's Hamlet is per- fect ; but Hamlet is not Nature . Richard is a man ; and Kean is Richard . - Diary , Feb. 19 , 1814 . I do not know how far I may be able to reply ...
... soul ! Life - nature - truth without exaggeration or diminution . Kemble's Hamlet is per- fect ; but Hamlet is not Nature . Richard is a man ; and Kean is Richard . - Diary , Feb. 19 , 1814 . I do not know how far I may be able to reply ...
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... soul of which he cannot get rid ) , who has given birth to this pestilent poem , has not scrupled to lay this to the charge of " The British Review ; ' and that , not by insinuation , but has actually stated himself to have sent money ...
... soul of which he cannot get rid ) , who has given birth to this pestilent poem , has not scrupled to lay this to the charge of " The British Review ; ' and that , not by insinuation , but has actually stated himself to have sent money ...
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... soul of an editor , from its moral impossibility . You are charged , then , in the last line of one octave stanza , and the whole eight lines of the next , viz . 209th and 210th of the first canto of that " pestilent poem " Don Juan ...
... soul of an editor , from its moral impossibility . You are charged , then , in the last line of one octave stanza , and the whole eight lines of the next , viz . 209th and 210th of the first canto of that " pestilent poem " Don Juan ...
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... wiry dome Till the blood tinge his plumage , so the heat Of his impeded soul would through his bosom eat . CHILDE HAROLD . - Canto III . WATERLOO . : STOP ! -for thy tread is on HAROLD'S PREFERENCE OF NATURE TO SOCIETY.
... wiry dome Till the blood tinge his plumage , so the heat Of his impeded soul would through his bosom eat . CHILDE HAROLD . - Canto III . WATERLOO . : STOP ! -for thy tread is on HAROLD'S PREFERENCE OF NATURE TO SOCIETY.
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... soul to mine even here , When thou behold'st them drooping nigh , And know'st them gather'd by the Rhine , And offer ... souls united Or lonely Contemplation thus might stray ; And could the ceaseless vultures cease to prey On self ...
... soul to mine even here , When thou behold'st them drooping nigh , And know'st them gather'd by the Rhine , And offer ... souls united Or lonely Contemplation thus might stray ; And could the ceaseless vultures cease to prey On self ...
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Page 11 - 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 Blush'd 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 13 - 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 21 - Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Page 12 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Page 135 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Page 91 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
Page 22 - 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 45 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Page 27 - 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, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Page 27 - 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, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy ! IV.