Shelley and His Writings, Volum 2T.C. Newby, 1858 |
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Pàgina 13
... bright side of existence ; and the wrongs he had suf- fered did much , at this period of his life , to super- induce that tendency . The tinge of morbid misanthropy which overhung his fine intellect , led him too much to separate ...
... bright side of existence ; and the wrongs he had suf- fered did much , at this period of his life , to super- induce that tendency . The tinge of morbid misanthropy which overhung his fine intellect , led him too much to separate ...
Pàgina 23
... bright clear day , and the calm waters of the Lake , smooth as a mirror , reflected the unclouded canopy of heaven . Arriving at Her- mance , after three hours ' rowing , they visited the ruined tower , said to have been built by ...
... bright clear day , and the calm waters of the Lake , smooth as a mirror , reflected the unclouded canopy of heaven . Arriving at Her- mance , after three hours ' rowing , they visited the ruined tower , said to have been built by ...
Pàgina 45
... bright , part of the chain connected with Mont Blanc , shone through the clouds at intervals , on high . I never knew - I never imagined what mountains were before . " The immensity of these aërial summits . excited , when they first ...
... bright , part of the chain connected with Mont Blanc , shone through the clouds at intervals , on high . I never knew - I never imagined what mountains were before . " The immensity of these aërial summits . excited , when they first ...
Pàgina 46
... bright blue sky seemed to overhang our path ; the ravine , clothed with gigantic pines , and black with its depths below , so deep that the very roaring of the untameable Arve which rolled through it could not be heard above , all was ...
... bright blue sky seemed to overhang our path ; the ravine , clothed with gigantic pines , and black with its depths below , so deep that the very roaring of the untameable Arve which rolled through it could not be heard above , all was ...
Pàgina 47
... bright blue sky , or lie in stately ruins that have toppled from their basement . 66 They present an appearance , " says the poet , " of spires of radiant crystal , covered with a net- work of frosted silver , which overhang the dark ...
... bright blue sky , or lie in stately ruins that have toppled from their basement . 66 They present an appearance , " says the poet , " of spires of radiant crystal , covered with a net- work of frosted silver , which overhang the dark ...
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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...