Shelley and His Writings, Volum 2T.C. Newby, 1858 |
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Pàgina 4
... feelings of an over- sensitive nature , to the busy realities of life which had , to him , become shaded by the twilight hues of poetry . ; Excessive indulgence , however , gave a morbid character to 4 SHELLEY AND HIS WRITINGS .
... feelings of an over- sensitive nature , to the busy realities of life which had , to him , become shaded by the twilight hues of poetry . ; Excessive indulgence , however , gave a morbid character to 4 SHELLEY AND HIS WRITINGS .
Pàgina 8
... become acquainted with Byron , therefore , as Moore observes , on their present meeting at Geneva , there was no want of disposition to- wards acquaintance on either side , and an inti- macy almost immediately sprang up between them ...
... become acquainted with Byron , therefore , as Moore observes , on their present meeting at Geneva , there was no want of disposition to- wards acquaintance on either side , and an inti- macy almost immediately sprang up between them ...
Pàgina 9
... become bene- factors to their race , though it may be fairly doubted whether Byron's mind was not the more practical of the two . But extremes are useful to no one , and while Shelley was becoming more and more oblivious of earth in his ...
... become bene- factors to their race , though it may be fairly doubted whether Byron's mind was not the more practical of the two . But extremes are useful to no one , and while Shelley was becoming more and more oblivious of earth in his ...
Pàgina 14
... become the prin- cipal charm in the study of " Divine philosophy . " With Shelley it was far otherwise , he lived and breathed in an atmosphere of spiritualism ; all his thoughts were imbued with it , all his con- versation , on ...
... become the prin- cipal charm in the study of " Divine philosophy . " With Shelley it was far otherwise , he lived and breathed in an atmosphere of spiritualism ; all his thoughts were imbued with it , all his con- versation , on ...
Pàgina 18
... become oblivious of the capacity in which he was engaged , and to have regarded himself less as the physician than as the associate in letters of his patron ; but his ill - regulated mind , no less than his humble capacities , did ...
... become oblivious of the capacity in which he was engaged , and to have regarded himself less as the physician than as the associate in letters of his patron ; but his ill - regulated mind , no less than his humble capacities , did ...
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Shelley and his writings: In two volumes. II, Volum 2 Charles S. Middleton Visualització completa - 1858 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 236 - He is made one with Nature : there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird ; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Pàgina 242 - 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; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Pàgina 243 - The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light for ever shines, earth's shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.
Pàgina 270 - True love in this differs from gold and clay, That to divide is not to take away.
Pàgina 244 - 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.
Pàgina 242 - 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. His head was bound with pansies overblown, And faded violets, white, and pied, and blue...
Pàgina 269 - See where she stands ! a mortal shape indued With love and life and light and deity, And motion which may change but cannot die ; An image of some bright Eternity ; A shadow of some golden dream ; a Splendour Leaving the third sphere pilotless...
Pàgina 289 - You should have known Shelley', said Byron, 'to feel how much I must regret him. He was the most gentle, most amiable, and least worldly-minded person I ever met; full of delicacy, disinterested beyond all other men, and possessing a degree of genius, joined to a simplicity, as rare as it is admirable. He had formed to himself a beau ideal of all that is fine, high-minded, and noble, and he acted up to this ideal even to the very letter.
Pàgina 62 - For Heaven's sake let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings...
Pàgina 49 - THE everlasting universe of Things Flows through the Mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark — now glittering — now reflecting gloom — Now lending splendour, where from secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings Of waters, — with a sound but half its own...