The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volumen 2Little, Brown, 1855 |
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... scene of the fourth act , Lucretia's design in exposing herself to the conse- quences of an expostulation with Cenci after having admi- nistered the opiate , was to induce him by a feigned tale to confess himself before death ; this ...
... scene of the fourth act , Lucretia's design in exposing herself to the conse- quences of an expostulation with Cenci after having admi- nistered the opiate , was to induce him by a feigned tale to confess himself before death ; this ...
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... scene of the world . The Cenci Palace is of great extent ; and , though in part modernized , there yet remains a vast and gloomy pile of feudal architecture in the same state as during the dread- ful scenes which are the subject of this ...
... scene of the world . The Cenci Palace is of great extent ; and , though in part modernized , there yet remains a vast and gloomy pile of feudal architecture in the same state as during the dread- ful scenes which are the subject of this ...
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... SCENE lies principally in Rome , but changes during the Fourth Act to Petrella , a Castle among the Apulian Apen- nines . TIME . During the Pontificate of Clement VIII . THE CENCI . ACT I. SCENE I. - An Apartment.
... SCENE lies principally in Rome , but changes during the Fourth Act to Petrella , a Castle among the Apulian Apen- nines . TIME . During the Pontificate of Clement VIII . THE CENCI . ACT I. SCENE I. - An Apartment.
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Percy Bysshe Shelley. THE CENCI . ACT I. SCENE I. - An Apartment in the CENCI Palace . Enter COUNT CENCI and CARDINAL CAMILLO . CAMILLO . THAT matter of the murder is hushed up If you consent to yield his Holiness Your fief that lies ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley. THE CENCI . ACT I. SCENE I. - An Apartment in the CENCI Palace . Enter COUNT CENCI and CARDINAL CAMILLO . CAMILLO . THAT matter of the murder is hushed up If you consent to yield his Holiness Your fief that lies ...
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... SCENE II . A Garden of the Cenci Palace . Enter BEATRICE and ORSINO , as in conversation . BEATRICE . Pervert not truth , Orsino . You remember where we held That conversation ; -nay , we see the spot Even from this cypress ; -two long ...
... SCENE II . A Garden of the Cenci Palace . Enter BEATRICE and ORSINO , as in conversation . BEATRICE . Pervert not truth , Orsino . You remember where we held That conversation ; -nay , we see the spot Even from this cypress ; -two long ...
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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 human innocent Iona Italy knew lady light lips live look Lord LUCRETIA Maddalo MAHMUD MAMMON MARZIO mighty mind Minotaur moon mother mountains never night nursling o'er OLIMPIO ORSINO pain pale parricide Peter Bell pigs poem PURGANAX Rosalind SAVELLA SCENE scorn SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley slave sleep smile soul speak spirit strange sweet SWELLFOOT swine tears Thebes thee thine things thou art thought torture truth twas tyrant voice waves weep Whilst wild wind words wretched
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Página 486 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, 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 252 - 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...
Página 485 - 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 485 - And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers 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 : Oh hear ! IT.
Página 196 - Nor mix with Laian rage the joy Which dawns upon the free, Although a subtler Sphinx renew Riddles of death Thebes never knew. Another Athens shall arise, And to remoter time Bequeath, like sunset to the skies, The splendour of its prime ; And leave, if nought so bright may live, All earth can take or heaven can give.
Página 403 - 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.
Página 196 - Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep. A loftier Argo cleaves the main, Fraught with a later prize; Another Orpheus sings again, And loves, and weeps, and dies. A new Ulysses leaves once more Calypso for his native shore.
Página 158 - Worlds on worlds are rolling ever From creation to decay, Like the bubbles on a river, Sparkling, bursting, borne away. But they are still immortal Who, through birth's orient portal, And death's dark chasm hurrying to and fro, Clothe their unceasing flight • In the brief dust and light Gathered around their chariots as they go...
Página 376 - Lido through the harbour piles, The likeness of a clump of peaked isles — And then, as if the earth and sea had been Dissolved into one lake of fire, were seen Those mountains towering, as from waves of flame, Around the vaporous sun, from which there came The inmost purple spirit of light, and made Their very peaks transparent. "Ere it fade," Said my companion, " I will show you soon A better station.
Página 301 - 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 !