The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyMacmillan, 1926 - 708 pàgines |
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Pàgina xxv
... Laon and Cythna . ” " He saw , or thought he saw " -I quote words of my own previously written- the great fact of the age a vast movement towards the reconstruction of society , in which the French Revolution had been a startling ...
... Laon and Cythna . ” " He saw , or thought he saw " -I quote words of my own previously written- the great fact of the age a vast movement towards the reconstruction of society , in which the French Revolution had been a startling ...
Pàgina xxvi
... Laon and Cythna " had been issued when voices of protest alarmed Ollier the publisher . He insisted that certain alterations should be made . Violent attacks on theism and the Christ- ian faith , as he held , were ill - judged and out ...
... Laon and Cythna " had been issued when voices of protest alarmed Ollier the publisher . He insisted that certain alterations should be made . Violent attacks on theism and the Christ- ian faith , as he held , were ill - judged and out ...
Pàgina xxxv
... Laon and Cythna , " which Mr. Forman reprints , we follow the example of Mrs. Shelley ; but in Notes to the present volume the readings of " Laon and Cythna " will be found . Mr. Forman's annotated edition is unquestionably that to ...
... Laon and Cythna , " which Mr. Forman reprints , we follow the example of Mrs. Shelley ; but in Notes to the present volume the readings of " Laon and Cythna " will be found . Mr. Forman's annotated edition is unquestionably that to ...
Pàgina 117
... Laon ? on high Freedom's deseit land A tower whose marble walls the leaguèd storms withstand ! XV One summer night , in commune with the hope Thus deeply fed , amid those ruins gray I watched , beneath the dark sky's starry cope ; And ...
... Laon ? on high Freedom's deseit land A tower whose marble walls the leaguèd storms withstand ! XV One summer night , in commune with the hope Thus deeply fed , amid those ruins gray I watched , beneath the dark sky's starry cope ; And ...
Pàgina 118
... Laon and his friend , on one gray plinth , XIX Then , had no great aim recompensed my sorrow , I must have sought dark respite from its stress In dreamless rest , in sleep that sees no morrow For to tread life's dismaying wilder- ness ...
... Laon and his friend , on one gray plinth , XIX Then , had no great aim recompensed my sorrow , I must have sought dark respite from its stress In dreamless rest , in sleep that sees no morrow For to tread life's dismaying wilder- ness ...
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volum 2 Percy Bysshe Shelley Visualització completa - 1895 |
The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volum 1 Percy Bysshe Shelley Visualització completa - 1839 |
The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: Including Various ..., Volum 1 Percy Bysshe Shelley Visualització completa - 1870 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
Æschylus Ahasuerus art thou beams Beatrice beautiful beneath blood bosom breath bright calm cave Cenci child clouds cold curse Cyclops Cyprian Dæmon dark dead death deep delight Demogorgon divine dread dream earth eternal evil eyes fair fear feel fire flame fled flowers gaze gentle grave happy heard heart heaven hell hope human King Laon Leigh Hunt light lips living lone looks Mephistopheles mighty mind misery moon morning mortal mountains nature never night o'er ocean pain pale Panthea passion peace Peter Bell Pisa poem Queen Mab Revolt of Islam round ruin sate Semichorus shadow shapes Shelley Shelley's silent Silenus slaves sleep smile soul sound spirit stars stood strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought thro throne truth tyrant Via Reggio voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 506 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Pàgina 530 - Love's Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle. Why not I with thine...
Pàgina 527 - So sweet, the sense faints picturing them ! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves.
Pàgina 273 - Life of Life, thy lips enkindle With their love the breath between them; And thy smiles before they dwindle Make the cold air fire; then screen them In those looks, where whoso gazes Faints, entangled in their mazes. Child of Light! thy limbs are burning Through the vest which seems to hide them; As the radiant lines of morning Through the clouds, ere they divide them; And this atmosphere divinest Shrouds thee wheresoe'er thou shinest.
Pàgina 527 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Pàgina 528 - O, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas ! My heart beats loud and fast: Oh! press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last ! Very few, perhaps, are familiar with these lines — yet no less a poet than Shelley is their author.
Pàgina 430 - That Light whose smile kindles the Universe, That Beauty in which all things work and move, That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse 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 60 - Demoniac frenzy, moping melancholy, And moon-struck madness, pining atrophy, Marasmus, and wide-wasting pestilence, Dropsies, and asthmas, and joint-racking rheums. Dire was the tossing, deep the groans; Despair Tended the sick busiest from couch to couch...
Pàgina 568 - SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where, all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight!
Pàgina 594 - Its passions will rock thee As the storms rock the ravens on high ; Bright reason will mock thee, Like the sun from a wintry sky. From thy nest every rafter Will rot, and thine eagle home Leave thee naked to laughter, When leaves fall and cold winds come.