The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Band 2E. Moxon, 1847 |
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... father's murder should be judged to be of that nature * . In a dramatic composition the imagery and the passion should interpenetrate one another , the former being reserved simply for the full development and illustration of the latter ...
... father's murder should be judged to be of that nature * . In a dramatic composition the imagery and the passion should interpenetrate one another , the former being reserved simply for the full development and illustration of the latter ...
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... father gives a sumptuous feast , Orsino ; he has heard some happy news From Salamanca , from my brothers there , And with this outward show of love he mocks His inward hate . " Tis bold hypocrisy , For he would gladlier celebrate their ...
... father gives a sumptuous feast , Orsino ; he has heard some happy news From Salamanca , from my brothers there , And with this outward show of love he mocks His inward hate . " Tis bold hypocrisy , For he would gladlier celebrate their ...
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... father , In all this there is much exaggeration : Old men are testy , and will have their way ; A man may stab his enemy , or his vassal , And live a free life as to wine or women , And with a peevish temper may return To a dull home ...
... father , In all this there is much exaggeration : Old men are testy , and will have their way ; A man may stab his enemy , or his vassal , And live a free life as to wine or women , And with a peevish temper may return To a dull home ...
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... father's curses , as men say , Climb with swift wings after their children's souls , And drag them from the very throne of Heaven , Now triumphs in my triumph ! -But thou art Superfluous ; I have drunken deep of joy , And I will taste ...
... father's curses , as men say , Climb with swift wings after their children's souls , And drag them from the very throne of Heaven , Now triumphs in my triumph ! -But thou art Superfluous ; I have drunken deep of joy , And I will taste ...
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... father's hoary hair ? What if ' tis he who clothed us in these limbs Who tortures them , and triumphs ? What , if we , The desolate and the dead , were his own flesh , His children and his wife , whom he is bound To love and shelter ...
... father's hoary hair ? What if ' tis he who clothed us in these limbs Who tortures them , and triumphs ? What , if we , The desolate and the dead , were his own flesh , His children and his wife , whom he is bound To love and shelter ...
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AHASUERUS Apennine art thou BEATRICE beneath BERNARDO blood BOAR Boeotia breath bright calm CAMILLO CENCI child clouds cold Colonna Palace crime curse dæmon dare dark dead dear death deed deep despair Devil dream earth Exeunt eyes father fear flowers folding star gentle GIACOMO grave Greece grew grief hair hate hear heard heart heaven hell hope hues human innocent Iona Italy knew lady light lips live look Lord LUCRETIA Maddalo MAHMUD MAMMON MARZIO mighty mind MINOTAUR Mont Blanc moon mountains never night o'er OLIMPIO ORSINO pain pale parricide Peter Bell pigs poem PURGANAX Rosalind ruin SAVELLA scene scorn SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley slave sleep smile soul speak spirit strange sweet SWELLFOOT swine tears Thebes thee thine things thou art thought truth tyrant voice waves weep Whilst wild wind words wretched
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Seite 166 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Seite 418 - Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; Hear, oh, hear!
Seite 214 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks...
Seite 227 - It visits with inconstant glance Each human heart and countenance; Like hues and harmonies of evening, Like clouds in starlight widely spread, Like memory of music fled, Like aught that for its grace may be Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery. Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, where art thou gone? Why dost thou pass away, and leave our state, This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate...
Seite 417 - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill...
Seite 230 - THE everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark — now glittering — now reflecting gloom — Now lending splendour, where from secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings Of waters, — with a sound but half its own...
Seite 348 - THE sun is warm, the sky is clear. The waves are dancing fast and bright Blue isles and snowy mountains wear The purple noon's transparent might, The breath of the moist earth is light, Around its unexpanded buds ; Like many a voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's.
Seite 412 - An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king, Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn, - mud from a muddy spring, Rulers who neither see, nor feel, nor know, But leech-like to their fainting country cling...
Seite 319 - He is a person of the most consummate genius, and capable, if he would direct his energies to such an end, of becoming the redeemer of his degraded country. But it is his weakness to be proud : he derives, from a comparison of his own extraordinary mind with the dwarfish intellects that surround him, an intense apprehension of the nothingness of human life.
Seite 257 - 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 !