The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: Given from His Own Editions and Other Authentic Sources : Collated with Many Manuscripts and with All Editions of Authority : Together with His Prefaces and Notes, His Poetical Translations and Fragments and an Appendix of Juvenilia, Volum 1Reeves & Turner, 1892 |
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Pàgina xxxiv
... evil , was the ruling passion . of his soul : he dedicated to it every power of his mind , every pulsation of his heart . He looked on political freedom as the direct agent to effect the happiness of mankind ; and thus any new - sprung ...
... evil , was the ruling passion . of his soul : he dedicated to it every power of his mind , every pulsation of his heart . He looked on political freedom as the direct agent to effect the happiness of mankind ; and thus any new - sprung ...
Pàgina xli
... evil passions , and excuse evil actions . The oppression which , trembling at every nerve yet resolute to heroism , it was his ill fortune to encounter at school and at college , led him to dissent in all things from those whose ...
... evil passions , and excuse evil actions . The oppression which , trembling at every nerve yet resolute to heroism , it was his ill fortune to encounter at school and at college , led him to dissent in all things from those whose ...
Pàgina xlix
... evil which cling to real life . He chose therefore for his hero a youth nourished in dreams of liberty , some of whose actions are in direct opposition to the opinions of the world ; but who is animated throughout by an ardent love of ...
... evil which cling to real life . He chose therefore for his hero a youth nourished in dreams of liberty , some of whose actions are in direct opposition to the opinions of the world ; but who is animated throughout by an ardent love of ...
Pàgina liv
... evil is not inherent in the system of the creation , but an accident that might be expelled . This also forms a portion of Christianity ; God made earth and man perfect , till he , by his fall , " Brought death into the world and all ...
... evil is not inherent in the system of the creation , but an accident that might be expelled . This also forms a portion of Christianity ; God made earth and man perfect , till he , by his fall , " Brought death into the world and all ...
Pàgina lv
... evil one , and Prometheus as the regenerator , who , unable to bring mankind back to primitive innocence , used know- ledge as a weapon to defeat evil , by leading mankind beyond the state wherein they are sinless through ignorance , to ...
... evil one , and Prometheus as the regenerator , who , unable to bring mankind back to primitive innocence , used know- ledge as a weapon to defeat evil , by leading mankind beyond the state wherein they are sinless through ignorance , to ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Adonais AHASUERUS art thou beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath BERNARDO blood breath bright calm CAMILLO CENCI child clouds cold Colonna Palace Dæmon dare dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON despair doth dream earth evil eyes faint father fear fled flowers gentle GIACOMO grave hair hate hear heard heart Heaven hope human innocent Iona Italy Laon light lips living look LUCRETIA MARZIO mighty mind moon mountains never night nursling o'er ocean OLIMPIO ORSINO pain pale PANTHEA passion Pisa poem poet PROMETHEUS Prometheus Unbound PURGANAX Queen Mab Revolt of Islam Rome round ruin sate SAVELLA SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley Shelley's silent slaves sleep smile soul sound speak spirit stars strange stream sweet SWELLFOOT swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought thro throne truth tyrant voice wandering waves weep wild wind wings words
Passatges populars
Pàgina 426 - To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory.
Pàgina 447 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Pàgina 449 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see — we feel that it is there.
Pàgina xcvii - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Pàgina 450 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not : Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower...
Pàgina 449 - I pass" through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Pàgina 450 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Pàgina 444 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own? The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness.
Pàgina xx - On a poet's lips I slept, Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept. Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses. He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom, Nor heed nor see what things they be : But from these create he can Forms more real than living man, Nurslings of immortality.
Pàgina 451 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest — but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.