Poet Lore, Volume 8Writer's Center, 1896 - Drama |
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... With a convulsion - then arose again , And with his teeth and quivering hands did tear What he had written , but he shed no tears . " This is Byron , the man with his uncurbed spirit , his haughty tem- per , his dark and tempestuous ...
... With a convulsion - then arose again , And with his teeth and quivering hands did tear What he had written , but he shed no tears . " This is Byron , the man with his uncurbed spirit , his haughty tem- per , his dark and tempestuous ...
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Admetos Alkestis appears Aquila artistic beauty blank verse Browning Browning's Caliban called character Coriolanus critics dark death drama dream edition effect English Euripides evil eyes fancy feel fool genius give Greek grief hand happy head heart heaven Henry human ideal interest John King Evelac letters light literary literature live look lover lyric Makistos Midsummer Night's Dream mind modern Molière moral Nathan Haskell Dole nature Nédonchel never night Nimue passion perhaps Petrarch Petruchio picture play poem poet POET-LORE poet's poetic poetry Queen reader rhyme Robert Browning says scene seems sense sestet Shakespeare Shelley Shelley's sleep song sonnets Sordello soul spirit stanza story sweet Taliesin Tennyson thee things thou thought tion Topic for Debate touch tragedy true truth Verlaine verse voice volume whole woman words writing
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