Rosalind and Helen: A Modern Eclogue, with Other PoemsShelley Society, 1888 - 92 páginas |
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... truth . " Mr. Booth is no doubt a man of great intellectual acuteness and consummate skill in the exercise of logic . I never met with a man by whom , in the short time we exchanged ideas , I felt myself excited to so much severe and ...
... truth . " Mr. Booth is no doubt a man of great intellectual acuteness and consummate skill in the exercise of logic . I never met with a man by whom , in the short time we exchanged ideas , I felt myself excited to so much severe and ...
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... truth Flashed on his visionary youth , And filled him , not with love , but faith , And hope , and courage · " " The restless and reckless propagandism of Lionel is clearly Shelley's own experience but slightly idealized , and the ...
... truth Flashed on his visionary youth , And filled him , not with love , but faith , And hope , and courage · " " The restless and reckless propagandism of Lionel is clearly Shelley's own experience but slightly idealized , and the ...
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... truth , she first says she watched her husband's unlamented tomb morning and evening , and would not depart from it , while her child- ren " laughed aloud in frantic glee , " and afterwards affirms that she went away from the place ...
... truth , she first says she watched her husband's unlamented tomb morning and evening , and would not depart from it , while her child- ren " laughed aloud in frantic glee , " and afterwards affirms that she went away from the place ...
Página xxiv
... truth if we applied to Shelley the words of Helen concerning Lionel— " love and life in him were twins , Born at one birth : in every other First life then love its course begins , Though they be children of one mother ; And so through ...
... truth if we applied to Shelley the words of Helen concerning Lionel— " love and life in him were twins , Born at one birth : in every other First life then love its course begins , Though they be children of one mother ; And so through ...
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... truth was worse : For here a sister and a brother Had solemnized a monstrous curse , Meeting in this fair solitude : For beneath yon very sky , Had they resigned to one another Body and soul . The multitude , Tracking them to the secret ...
... truth was worse : For here a sister and a brother Had solemnized a monstrous curse , Meeting in this fair solitude : For beneath yon very sky , Had they resigned to one another Body and soul . The multitude , Tracking them to the secret ...
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Rosalind and Helen: A Modern Eclogue : with Other Poems Percy Bysshe Shelley Vista de fragmentos - 1975 |
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Página 82 - Nothing / beside / remains. // Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, / The lone and level sands / stretch far away. JOHN GIELGUD'S PAUSES: 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...
Página 82 - 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...
Página 48 - Heardst thou not sweet words among That heaven-resounding minstrelsy ! - Heardst thou not, that those who die Awake in a world of ecstasy ? That love, when limbs are interwoven, And sleep, when the night of life is cloven, And thought, to the world's dim boundaries clinging, And music, when one beloved is singing, Is death ? Let us drain right joyously The cup which the sweet bird fills for me.
Página 64 - On the level quivering line Of the waters crystalline ; And before that chasm of light, As within a furnace bright, Column, tower, and dome, and spire, Shine like obelisks of fire...
Página 71 - In thine halls the lamp of learning, Padua, now no more is burning; Like a meteor whose wild way Is lost over the grave of day, It gleams betrayed and to betray.
Página 59 - MANY a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, Never thus could voyage on Day and night, and night and day, Drifting on his dreary way, With the solid darkness black Closing round his vessel's track ; Whilst above the sunless sky, Big with clouds, hangs heavily...
Página 69 - Men must reap the things they sow, Force from force must ever flow, Or worse ; but 'tis a bitter woe That love or reason cannot change The despot's rage, the slave's revenge.
Página 78 - Why fear and dream and death and birth Cast on the daylight of this earth Such gloom, — why man has such a scope For love and hate, despondency and hope?
Página 82 - 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 !
Página 79 - Thro" strings of some still instrument, Or moonlight on a midnight stream, Gives grace and truth to life's unquiet dream. Love, Hope, and Self-esteem, like clouds, depart And come, for some uncertain moments lent. Man were immortal, and omnipotent, Didst thou, unknown and awful as thou art, Keep with thy glorious train firm state within his heart. Thou messenger of sympathies, That wax and wane in lovers' eyes — Thou, that to human thought art nourishment, Like darkness to a dying flame!