The Life of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volum 2

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Kegan Paul, Trench, 1887
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PÓgina 32 - Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been! Thus let thy power, which like the truth Of nature on my passive youth Descended, to my onward life supply Its calm — to one who worships thee, And every form containing thee, Whom, SPIRIT fair, thy spells did bind To fear himself, and love all human kind.
PÓgina 298 - 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.
PÓgina 106 - For God's sake let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings...
PÓgina 409 - In poetry I have sought to avoid system and mannerism. I wish those who excel me in genius would pursue the same plan.
PÓgina 132 - O for ten years, that I may overwhelm Myself in poesy; so I may do the deed That my own soul has to 'itself decreed.
PÓgina 31 - The secret Strength of things Which governs thought, and to the infinite dome Of Heaven is as a law, inhabits thee ! And what were thou, and earth, and stars, and sea, If to the human mind's imaginings Silence and solitude were vacancy ? July 23, 1816.
PÓgina 447 - Space wondered less at the swift and fair creations of God when he grew weary of vacancy, than I at this spirit of an angel in the mortal paradise of a decaying body.
PÓgina 13 - Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood ; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more...
PÓgina 277 - On my arrival at Rome, I found that the story of the Cenci was a subject not to be mentioned in Italian society without awakening a deep and breathless interest...
PÓgina 253 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...

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