 But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred...  The Works of George Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life - Strana 77autor/autoři: George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1836Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Saree Makdisi - 1998 - 272 str.
...Selected letters, p. 36o. Also see Childe Hurold, canto n, stanzas xxv-xxvn: Itut midst the erowd, the hum, the shock of men. To hear, to see, to feel,...endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less, Ofall that flatter'd, Ibllow'd, sought, and sued; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!" 17... | |
 | Lady Maria Callcott - 2003 - 364 str.
...she writes of the less rapturous solitude of the second stanza of Byron's poem, depicting herself as "the world's tired denizen, / With none who bless us, none whom we can bless." Romanticism was, in its time, seen as a masculine movement; nonetheless Graham develops its vocabulary... | |
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