Life of Percy Bysshe ShelleyW. Scott, 1887 - 201 páginas |
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... minds than this endless ebb and flow of opinion concerning him , this confused admiration and distraught hatred , this instinctive love , and this per- suasive antagonism . The moment we seek to identify a poet with his poetry we are in ...
... minds than this endless ebb and flow of opinion concerning him , this confused admiration and distraught hatred , this instinctive love , and this per- suasive antagonism . The moment we seek to identify a poet with his poetry we are in ...
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... and other invaluable works which have preceded it . There were strange rumours perturbing the minds and consciences of men at the season of the birth of Percy Bysshe Shelley . The French nation was in a ferment 14 LIFE OF.
... and other invaluable works which have preceded it . There were strange rumours perturbing the minds and consciences of men at the season of the birth of Percy Bysshe Shelley . The French nation was in a ferment 14 LIFE OF.
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... mind and temper . After the birth of Percy there succeeded five children ; four girls , named respectively Elizabeth , Mary , Hellen , and Mar- garet ; and a boy , christened John . It was natural that of such a union the offspring ...
... mind and temper . After the birth of Percy there succeeded five children ; four girls , named respectively Elizabeth , Mary , Hellen , and Mar- garet ; and a boy , christened John . It was natural that of such a union the offspring ...
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... mind which at first resulted in a sterile and valueless harvest , but which later on became fruitful indeed . Every spare moment he could secure for himself was spent in solitary reading or musing . I might have laid more stress on ...
... mind which at first resulted in a sterile and valueless harvest , but which later on became fruitful indeed . Every spare moment he could secure for himself was spent in solitary reading or musing . I might have laid more stress on ...
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... mind A sense of loneliness , a thirst with which I pined . " In the main the self - account given in these stanzas is genuine , though as Shelley was so apt a pupil he can hardly be said to have learnt nothing from what his " tyrants ...
... mind A sense of loneliness , a thirst with which I pined . " In the main the self - account given in these stanzas is genuine , though as Shelley was so apt a pupil he can hardly be said to have learnt nothing from what his " tyrants ...
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Página 153 - 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.
Página 150 - 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!
Página 32 - While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead. I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed; I was not heard - I saw them not When musing deeply on the lot Of life, at that sweet time when winds are wooing All vital things that wake to bring News of birds and blossoming, Sudden, thy shadow fell on me; I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy!
Página 167 - One hope within two wills, one will beneath Two overshadowing minds, one life, one death, One Heaven, one Hell, one immortality, And one annihilation. Woe is me! The winged words on which my soul would pierce Into the height of Love's rare Universe, Are chains of lead around its flight of fire. — I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire! Weak Verses, go, kneel at your Sovereign's feet, And say : — 'We are the masters of thy slave; 'What wouldest thou with us and ours and thine?
Página 151 - Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
Página 26 - 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 tyrannise Without reproach or check.
Página 168 - And falls upon the eyelids like faint sleep; And from the moss violets and jonquils peep, And dart their arrowy odour through the brain Till you might faint with that delicious pain. And every motion, odour, beam and tone, With that deep music is in unison; Which is a soul within the soul — they seem Like echoes of an antenatal dream. It is an isle 'twixt Heaven, Air, Earth, and Sea, Cradled, and hung in clear tranquillity; Bright as that wandering Eden Lucifer, Washed by the soft blue Oceans of...
Página 174 - 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.
Página 150 - Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
Página 151 - O uncontrollable! If even I were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings over heaven, As then, when to outstrip thy...