 | 1905
...nämliche niedergezwungene Leidenschaft, auf welche überhaupt die ganzen Gedichte gestimmt sind: Dr. III : «And he did calm himself, and fix his brow Into a kind of quiet » .... Ratcliff: «In meiner Brust bewegte sich's, im Kopfe War's ruhig» .... Mit gleicher Fassung... | |
 | Alfred Henry Miles - English poetry - 1905 - 595 pages
...and traced Words which I could not guess of; then he lean'd His bow'd head on his hands, and shook as 'twere With a convulsion — then arose again,...kind of quiet : as he paused, The Lady of his love re-enter'd there ; She was serene and smiling then, and yet She knew she was by him beloved, — she... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1907
...traced Words which I could not guess of; then he lean'd His bow'd head on his hands, and shook as 'twera With a convulsion — then arose again, And with his...kind of quiet ; as he paused, The lady of his love reSntered there ; She was serene and smiling then, and yet She knew she was by him beloved, — she... | |
 | Catherine R. Stimpson, Lawrence Lipking, PH D, Lawrence Lipking - Literary Criticism - 1988 - 300 pages
...and traced Words which I could not guess of; then he lean'd His bow'd head on his hands, and shook as 'twere With a convulsion — then arose again,...calm himself, and fix his brow Into a kind of quiet. . . . The lady of his love comes in, but does not understand the "tablet of unutterable thoughts" on... | |
 | Lawrence Lipking - Literary Criticism - 1988 - 300 pages
...guess of; then he lean'd His bow'd head on his hands, and shook as 'twere With a convulsion—then arose again, And with his teeth and quivering hands...calm himself, and fix his brow Into a kind of quiet. . . . The lady of his love comes in, but does not understand the "tablet of unutterable thoughts" on... | |
 | Drama - 1896
...Words which I could not guess of; then he lean'd His bow'd head on his hands, and shook as 't were With a convulsion — then arose again, And with his...did tear What he had written, but he shed no tears." This is Byron, the man with his uncurbed spirit, his haughty temper, his dark and tempestuous soul.... | |
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His bow'd head on his hands, and shook as 'twere With a convulsion— then arose again, And with his teeth and quivering hands did tear What he had written, but he shed no tears. And he did calm himself, and fix his brow Into a kind of quiet: as he paused,... 
