...my soul, as I of them ? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion ? And again, I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that...around me ; and to me High mountains are a feeling. 155 And Wordsworth, in that beautiful passage where he speaks of — A sense of something far more...

...ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow. Manfred, Act L Se. I. BYRON. together at the touching of the lips. 0 my cousin,...mine no more ! 0 the dreary, dreary moorland ! 0 СлОае Harold, Сам. 4L BVROX. WATER. Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down ; Where a...

...bord — « geben ifmt cen 2lnfd)etn einer 9îaturmalerei une Stimmung; ein unteres iUîotto aber: »I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me« — '; , unt tie Recitation: »à H land in e . . . . « teilten tarauf bin, bac её шф! nur tie...

...father, condemned to death as a traitor hy Aulus Caecina. LXXII. I live not in myself, hut I hecome To conq hut the hum Of human cities torture: I can see Nothing to loathe in nature, save to he A link reluctant...

...there is all but what he is: no rest . . . (The Golden Year, manuscript, c. 1839, Ricks, Poems, p. 717) I live not in myself but I become Portion of that around me. (Byron, Childe Harold III, 72, 1816) Tennyson's Idyls reworked the problems posed by Romantic idealism:...

...untamed, awe-inspiring; Byron's Childe Harold spoke for all Romantics when he declared that for him 'high mountains are a feeling, but the hum of human cities, torture'. But this cult of landscape would not have emerged had not Rousseau, Geneva's most influential runaway,...

...Huxley on CHESS; Priestley on COINCIDENCE Country Life I live not in myself, but I become Portion ofthat around me; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture. Lord Byron (1788-1824) English poet Our present city populations are so savage that they drive even...

...left a small box containing a record of our ascent, and returned by the route by which we ascended. I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that...are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture. A War-time Ascent of Mont Blanc By J. MONROE THORINGTON American Ambulance Corps, 1917 It is with some...

...organized mind. ALAN BRIEN (b. 1925), Brilish novelist, humorisl. Punch (London, 22 March 1979). 3 Hud on SOfiROW. CUBA 1 I had to say something To strike..."I like Fidel Castro and his beard." BOB DYLAN (b LORD BYRON (1 788-1824), English poet- Chitde Harold's Pilgrimage, do. 3, si. 72 II 81 2). 4 Nothing...

...better thus oar lives to wear, Than join the crushing crowd, doom'd to inflict or bear ? LXXH. I lire rs to Worth The goblet's tributary round. A theme to crowds that knew them not, Lamented by adm bnt the hum Of Ьшшш cities torture : I can see Nothing to loathe in nature, save to be A link reluctant...