The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volum 1E. Moxon, 1866 - 715 pàgines |
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Pàgina ix
... Italy ; or marking the cloud as it sped across the heavens , while he floated in his boat on the Thames . No poet was ever warmed by a more genuine and unforced inspiration . His extreme sensibility gave the intensity of passion to his ...
... Italy ; or marking the cloud as it sped across the heavens , while he floated in his boat on the Thames . No poet was ever warmed by a more genuine and unforced inspiration . His extreme sensibility gave the intensity of passion to his ...
Pàgina x
... Italy that he made Plato his study ; he then translated his Symposium and his Ion ; and the English lan- guage boasts of no more brilliant composition , than Plato's Praise of Love , translated by Shel- ley . To return to his own poetry ...
... Italy that he made Plato his study ; he then translated his Symposium and his Ion ; and the English lan- guage boasts of no more brilliant composition , than Plato's Praise of Love , translated by Shel- ley . To return to his own poetry ...
Pàgina xxvii
... Italy was visited . Shelley came back to England again , bringing with him a child by his new connection , and went to Bath . But now was to come the terrible recoil VOL . I. C which almost inevitably results from an attempt to bend an ...
... Italy was visited . Shelley came back to England again , bringing with him a child by his new connection , and went to Bath . But now was to come the terrible recoil VOL . I. C which almost inevitably results from an attempt to bend an ...
Pàgina xxxiii
... Italy , and there , alas ! I shall have to relate events graver still . 66 the ' I was returning home one night to Hampstead after opera . As I approached the door , I heard strange and alarming shrieks , mixed with the voice of a man ...
... Italy , and there , alas ! I shall have to relate events graver still . 66 the ' I was returning home one night to Hampstead after opera . As I approached the door , I heard strange and alarming shrieks , mixed with the voice of a man ...
Pàgina xxxv
... and whence they returned him thanks full of gratitude . " Of Shelley's return to Italy and his manner of life in that country , the reader will find a full account in the notes of Mrs. Shelley , appended to MEMOIR OF SHELLEY . XXXV.
... and whence they returned him thanks full of gratitude . " Of Shelley's return to Italy and his manner of life in that country , the reader will find a full account in the notes of Mrs. Shelley , appended to MEMOIR OF SHELLEY . XXXV.
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 203 - I will be wise, And just and free, and mild, if in me lies Such power ; for I grow weary to behold The selfish and the strong still tyrannize Without reproach or check.
Pàgina 157 - His mind is at length suddenly awakened, and thirsts for intercourse with an intelligence similar to itself. He images to himself the Being whom he loves. Conversant with speculations of the sublimest and most perfect natures, the vision in which he embodies his own imaginations unites all of wonderful or wise or beautiful which the poet, the philosopher, or the lover, could depicture.
Pàgina xxxii - For Heaven's sake let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings...
Pàgina 202 - Thoughts of great deeds were mine, dear friend, when first The clouds which wrap this world from youth did pass. I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh Maydawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass,. ,j And wept I knew not why ; until there rose From the near school-room, voices, that alas ! Were but one echo from a world of woes, The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.
Pàgina 9 - Instinct with inexpressible beauty and grace. Each stain of earthliness Had passed away, it reassumed Its native dignity, and stood Immortal amid ruin.
Pàgina 196 - But there must be a resemblance, which does not depend upon their own will, between all the writers of any particular age. They cannot escape from subjection to a common influence which arises out of an infinite combination of circumstances belonging to the times in which they live, though each is in a degree the author of the very influence by which his being is thus pervaded.
Pàgina 30 - Look on yonder earth : The golden harvests spring ; the unfailing sun Sheds light and life ; the fruits, the flowers, the trees, Arise in due succession ; all things speak Peace, harmony, and love. The universe, In nature's silent eloquence, declares That all fulfil the works of love and joy, — All but the outcast man.
Pàgina 178 - Thy searchless fountain and invisible course Have each their type in me : and the wide sky, And measureless ocean may declare as soon What oozy cavern or what wandering cloud Contains thy waters, as the universe Tell where these living thoughts reside, when stretched Upon thy flowers my bloodless limbs shall waste I...
Pàgina 15 - Peeps like a star o'er ocean's western edge, When those far clouds of feathery gold, Shaded with deepest purple, gleam Like islands on a dark blue sea; Then has thy fancy soared above the earth And furled its wearied wing 20 Within the Fairy's fane.
Pàgina 160 - Mother of this unfathomable world ! Favour my solemn song, for I have loved Thee ever, and thee only ; I have watched Thy shadow, and the darkness of thy steps, And my heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy deep mysteries.