 | 560 páginas
...very few which offer more sport — " Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of ray soul, as I of them ? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion ?" Yes : the waters of the Leven ran calmly towards the sea ; the bright • ¡MI glittered on the... | |
 | 1817 - 628 páginas
...in myself, but I become Portion of that around me ; and to me High mountains are a feeling. — ' ' Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them ?' Yet this perpetual egotism never sinks into monotony. The subject may sometimes pain, but it never... | |
 | 1838 - 884 páginas
...bodiless thought ? the Spirit of each spot ? Of which, even now, I share at times the immortal lot ? . " Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of...compared with these ? and stem A tide of suffering rather than forego Such feelings for the hard and worldly phlegm Of those whose eyes are only turn'd... | |
 | 1818 - 904 páginas
...brutes. Perhaps the first two lines of the succeeding stanza may help to explain the difficulty : " Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them ?" \Ve should no more think of answering a man who asks such questions than a child who cries for the... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 páginas
...less dazzling , but more warm ? The bodiless thought? the Spirit of each spot ? Of which, even now, I share at times the immortal lot? LXXV. Are not the...compared with these? and stem A tide of suffering, rather than forego Such feelings for the hard and worldly phlegm Of those whose eyes are only turn'd... | |
 | 1820 - 538 páginas
...begin to understand what Lord Byron meant when he asked, in the third canto of his Childe Harolde, " Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me, and of my soul, as I of them?" To be sure they are ; and not only it seems a part of the "soul," but the sum and substance of " religion... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 páginas
...less dazzling, but more warm? The bodiless thought? the spirit of each spot? Of which, even now, I share at times the immortal lot ? LXXV. Are not the...compared with these? and stem A tide of suffering, rather than forego Such feelings for the hard and worldly phlegm Of those whose eyes are only turn'd... | |
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Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion? should I not contemn All objects, if compared with these? 
