The Vanity and Insanity of Genius, Ausgaben 3621-3632G. J. Coombes, 1886 - 198 Seiten |
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... that ever lived . No one can equal me in this di- rection , " and so on . Byron called himself the great Napoleon of rhyme , and spoke of Gibbon's opinion of his loneliness as like that of the lion . Goethe 22 The Vanity of Genius .
... that ever lived . No one can equal me in this di- rection , " and so on . Byron called himself the great Napoleon of rhyme , and spoke of Gibbon's opinion of his loneliness as like that of the lion . Goethe 22 The Vanity of Genius .
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... Byron , Turner , and myself ; " an interesting addition to his remarks on humility . It is certain , moreover , that with his strict limits , almost every man would be relegated to the second rank . Geniuses often seem to realize their ...
... Byron , Turner , and myself ; " an interesting addition to his remarks on humility . It is certain , moreover , that with his strict limits , almost every man would be relegated to the second rank . Geniuses often seem to realize their ...
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... Byron , in " English Bards and Scotch Re- Byron's viewers , " says of him : " Who , both by precept and example , shows That prose is verse , and verse is merely prose . " " Thus , when he tells the tale of Betty Foy , The idiot mother ...
... Byron , in " English Bards and Scotch Re- Byron's viewers , " says of him : " Who , both by precept and example , shows That prose is verse , and verse is merely prose . " " Thus , when he tells the tale of Betty Foy , The idiot mother ...
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... Byron Byron . delighted to write of himself as a gloomy monster of iniquity . Of no other poet can it be said so truly that he wrote only about himself . Childe Harold , Don Juan , Lara , the Giaour , Cain , what are they all but Byron ...
... Byron Byron . delighted to write of himself as a gloomy monster of iniquity . Of no other poet can it be said so truly that he wrote only about himself . Childe Harold , Don Juan , Lara , the Giaour , Cain , what are they all but Byron ...
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... Byron gave of himself , may be doubted ; but that he was not such a person is beyond all doubt . It is ridiculous to imagine that a man whose mind was really imbued with scorn of his fellow- creatures would have published three or four ...
... Byron gave of himself , may be doubted ; but that he was not such a person is beyond all doubt . It is ridiculous to imagine that a man whose mind was really imbued with scorn of his fellow- creatures would have published three or four ...
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Seite 19 - Though I, once gone, to all the world must die : The earth can yield me but a common grave, "When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read ; And tongues to be your being shall rehearse, When all the breathers of this world are dead ; You still shall live (such virtue hath my pen,) Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Seite 136 - Midst others of less note came one frail form, A phantom among men, companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm, Whose thunder is its knell.
Seite 92 - Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touch'd from, The scent of these arm-pits aroma finer than prayer, This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.
Seite 24 - ... they have a curious undersense of powerlessness, feeling that the greatness is not in them, but through them ; that they could not do or be anything else than God made them. And they see something divine and God-made in every other man they meet, and are endlessly, foolishly, incredibly merciful.
Seite 50 - Ere years have made thee old, Strike that disdainful heat Throughout, to their defeat, As curious fools, and envious of thy strain, May, blushing, swear no palsy's in thy brain.
Seite 163 - The storm has gone over me ; and I lie like one of those old oaks which the late hurricane has scattered about me. I am stripped of all my honours, I am torn up by the roots, and lie prostrate on the earth ! There, and prostrate there, I most unfeignedly recognize the Divine justice, and in some degree submit to it.
Seite 92 - For I confront peace, security, and all the settled laws, to unsettle them, I am more resolute because all have denied me than I could ever have been had all accepted me, I heed not and have never heeded either experience, cautions, majorities, nor ridicule, And the threat of what is call'd hell is little or nothing to me, And the lure of what is call'd heaven is little or nothing to me; Dear camerado!
Seite 79 - ... which he exercised over his contemporaries, at least as much to his gloomy egotism as to the real power of his poetry. We never could very clearly understand how it is that egotism, so unpopular in conversation, should be so popular in writing ; or how it is that men who affect in their compositions qualities and feelings which they have not, impose so much more easily on their contemporaries than on posterity.
Seite 51 - Minds that are great and free Should not on fortune pause; 'Tis crown enough to virtue still, her own applause. What though the greedy fry Be taken with false baits Of worded balladry, And think it poesy ? They die with their conceits, And only piteous scorn upon their folly waits. Then take in hand thy lyre; Strike in thy proper strain...
Seite 24 - Sir Isaac Newton knows that he has worked out a problem or two that would have puzzled anybody else; — only they do not expect their fellow-men therefore to fall down and worship them ; they have a curious undersense of powerlessness, feeling that the greatness is not in them, but through them ; that they could not do or be anything else than God made them.