The Life of Percy Bysshe Shelley, 2. kötetT. C. Newby, 1847 |
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11. oldal
... been brought up . No doubt , in both cases , the consciousness of since- rity , and the pride of martyrdom , were great shields in the combat with society . They are always so , and it is well they are so LIFE OF SHELLEY . Τ.
... been brought up . No doubt , in both cases , the consciousness of since- rity , and the pride of martyrdom , were great shields in the combat with society . They are always so , and it is well they are so LIFE OF SHELLEY . Τ.
40. oldal
... doubts it make the experiment . In return , the prince read with us the Agamemnon , though Shelley little approved of his emendations , and would not admit that a modern Greek was a bet- ter scholiast than an English scholar . He ad ...
... doubts it make the experiment . In return , the prince read with us the Agamemnon , though Shelley little approved of his emendations , and would not admit that a modern Greek was a bet- ter scholiast than an English scholar . He ad ...
66. oldal
... doubt endears My sadness ever new— The sighs I breathe - the tears I shed for you . In his correspondence , he says , " But Emilia is not merely beautiful , she has cultivated her mind beyond what I have ever met with in Italian women ...
... doubt endears My sadness ever new— The sighs I breathe - the tears I shed for you . In his correspondence , he says , " But Emilia is not merely beautiful , she has cultivated her mind beyond what I have ever met with in Italian women ...
91. oldal
... doubt susceptible , but his anger seemed rather to turn on himself than on others , and in mo- ments of greatest irritation , it was only.by a sort of savage despondency that he sometimes grieved and wounded his friends . Violence such ...
... doubt susceptible , but his anger seemed rather to turn on himself than on others , and in mo- ments of greatest irritation , it was only.by a sort of savage despondency that he sometimes grieved and wounded his friends . Violence such ...
123. oldal
... doubt would , with any boy , at twenty - eight , have done the same . The water was his fatal element . He crossed the Channel to Calais in an open boat , a rash experiment ; when at G 2 LIFE OF SHELLEY . 123 The sails are full, the ...
... doubt would , with any boy , at twenty - eight , have done the same . The water was his fatal element . He crossed the Channel to Calais in an open boat , a rash experiment ; when at G 2 LIFE OF SHELLEY . 123 The sails are full, the ...
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113. oldal - A pard-like Spirit beautiful and swift — A Love in desolation masked ; — a Power Girt round with weakness ; — it can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour; It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow ; — even whilst we speak Is it not broken?
318. oldal - Or sculpture, speak in feeble imagery Their own cold powers. Art and eloquence, And all the shows o' the world, are frail and vain To weep a loss that turns their lights to shade. It is a woe 'too deep for tears' when all Is reft at once, when some surpassing Spirit, Whose light adorned the world around it, leaves Those who remain behind, not sobs or groans, The passionate tumult of a clinging hope, — But pale despair and cold tranquillity, Nature's vast frame, the web of human things, Birth and...
183. oldal - Nor mix with Laian rage the joy Which dawns upon the free : Although a subtler Sphinx renew Riddles of death Thebes never knew. Another Athens shall arise, And to remoter time Bequeath, like sunset to the skies, The splendour of its prime ; And leave, if nought so bright may live, All earth can take or Heaven can give.
334. oldal - That Light whose smile kindles the Universe, That Beauty in which all things work and move, That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst; now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
173. oldal - Most musical of mourners, weep again! Lament anew, Urania! — He died, Who was the Sire of an immortal strain, Blind, old, and lonely, when his country's pride The priest, the slave, and the liberticide Trampled and mocked with many a loathed rite Of lust and blood; he went, unterrified, Into the gulf of death; but his clear Sprite Yet reigns o'er earth; the third among the sons of light.
321. oldal - And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
325. oldal - Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
183. oldal - Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep. A loftier Argo cleaves the main, Fraught with a later prize ; Another Orpheus sings again, And loves, and weeps, and dies; A new Ulysses leaves once more Calypso for his native shore.
315. oldal - Go thou to Rome, — at once the Paradise, The grave, the city, and the wilderness; And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise, And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness, Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
113. oldal - Is it not broken ? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly : on a cheek The life can burn in blood even while the heart may break.