Lord Byron's subjektivismus in seinem verhalten zur geschichte: untersucht an seinen verserzählungen

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B. Tauchnitz, 1929 - 110 pages
 

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Page 90 - Whose name appals the fiercest of his crew, And tints each swarthy cheek with sallower hue; Still sways their souls with that commanding art That dazzles, leads, yet chills the vulgar heart. What is that spell, that thus his lawless train Confess and envy, yet oppose in vain? What should it be, that thus their faith can bind? The power of Thought - the magic of the Mind!
Page 55 - Tis vain to struggle — let me perish young — Live as I lived, and love as I have loved ; To dust if I return, from dust I sprung, And then, at least, my heart can ne'er be moved.
Page 85 - THE winds are high on Helle's wave, As on that night of stormy water When Love, who sent, forgot to save The young, the beautiful, the brave, The lonely hope of Sestos
Page 83 - T was folly not sooner to shun : And if dearly that error hath cost me, And more than I once could foresee, I have found that whatever it lost me, It could not deprive me of THEE.
Page 83 - Though the day of my destiny's over, And the star of my fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find; Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted, It shrunk not to share it with me, And the love which my spirit hath painted It never hath found but in thee.
Page 58 - As large, as languishingly dark, But Soul beam'd forth in every spark That darted from beneath the lid, Bright as the jewel of Giamschid10.
Page 92 - There is something to me very softening in the presence of a woman, — some strange influence, even if one is not in love with them — which I cannot at all account for, having no very high opinion of the sex. But yet,— I always feel in better humour with myself and every thing else, if there is a woman within ken.
Page 85 - And shrieking sea-birds warn'd him home; And clouds aloft and tides below, With signs and sounds, forbade to go, He could not see, he would not hear, Or sound or sign foreboding fear; His eye but saw that light of love, The only star it hail'd above; His ear but rang with Hero's song, " Ye waves, divide not lovers long!
Page 65 - For he was beautiful as day— (When day was beautiful to me As to young eagles, being free) — A polar day, which will not see A sunset till its summer's...
Page 65 - Less wretched now, and one day free ; He, too, who yet had held untired A spirit natural or inspired — He, too, was struck, and day by day Was wither'd on the stalk away.

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