Shelley: A Critical BiographyD. Douglas, 1877 - 249 páginas |
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... lives in his emotions ; pre - eminently was this the case with Shelley ; and the singular strength and tena- city of his feelings will in a large measure account for the failure of mere criticism , unassisted by a quick sympathy , to ...
... lives in his emotions ; pre - eminently was this the case with Shelley ; and the singular strength and tena- city of his feelings will in a large measure account for the failure of mere criticism , unassisted by a quick sympathy , to ...
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... live where he pleased . This latter piece of condescension was not much of a boon , seeing that the son had a will of his own ; but the money was the substantial lifting of a cloud . A short period only elapsed after this settlement ...
... live where he pleased . This latter piece of condescension was not much of a boon , seeing that the son had a will of his own ; but the money was the substantial lifting of a cloud . A short period only elapsed after this settlement ...
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... live with Shelley without the ceremony of marriage : this conjecture , however , may be harsh and unjust towards Miss Westbrook ; for it is possible that there was some understanding of marriage implied when Harriet expressed herself A ...
... live with Shelley without the ceremony of marriage : this conjecture , however , may be harsh and unjust towards Miss Westbrook ; for it is possible that there was some understanding of marriage implied when Harriet expressed herself A ...
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... live with any woman ; you see that I can , and so ought you . It comes to pretty much the same thing , I apprehend . There is no great choice or difference . " Southey might not have been abso- lutely serious in this remark upon his ...
... live with any woman ; you see that I can , and so ought you . It comes to pretty much the same thing , I apprehend . There is no great choice or difference . " Southey might not have been abso- lutely serious in this remark upon his ...
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... lives were all that the young poet had to argue upon in search of the truth or the falsity of their doctrines . The poem is the autobio- graphy of Shelley in his youth , and when the mind was in a transition state . What does he himself ...
... lives were all that the young poet had to argue upon in search of the truth or the falsity of their doctrines . The poem is the autobio- graphy of Shelley in his youth , and when the mind was in a transition state . What does he himself ...
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Página 216 - He is made one with Nature : there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird ; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Página 246 - 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 230 - Yet if we could scorn Hate and pride and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then — as I am listening now.
Página 238 - 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 93 - A power from the unknown God, A Promethean conqueror came ; Like a triumphal path he trod The thorns of death and shame. A mortal shape to him Was like the vapour dim Which the orient planet animates with light...
Página 239 - Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream , under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains. The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead.
Página 213 - 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 234 - Mont Blanc yet gleams on high :—the power is there, The still and solemn power of many sights And many sounds, and much of life and death.
Página 242 - THE warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the year On the earth, her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying.
Página 178 - Look on yonder earth : The golden harvests spring : the unfailing sun Sheds light and life ; the fruits, the flowers, the trees, Arise in due succession ; all things speak Peace, harmony, and love. The universe, In nature's silent eloquence, declares That all fulfil the works of love and joy, — . . All but the outcast Man.