The Life of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volume 2T. C. Newby, 1847 |
No interior do livro
Resultados 1-5 de 20
Página 5
... memory . During this imprisonment , it was , that I first had an opportunity of reading his works , with many of which I was unacquainted . The de- light they afforded me often disarmed pain . I loved to trace in them , from our crude ...
... memory . During this imprisonment , it was , that I first had an opportunity of reading his works , with many of which I was unacquainted . The de- light they afforded me often disarmed pain . I loved to trace in them , from our crude ...
Página 12
... memories of childhood . Spi- nosa must have felt this , and as Shelley in a rash marriage endeavoured to fill up the void of his yearning heart , so Spinosa must , we think , swayed by the same feeling , have sought the daughter of his ...
... memories of childhood . Spi- nosa must have felt this , and as Shelley in a rash marriage endeavoured to fill up the void of his yearning heart , so Spinosa must , we think , swayed by the same feeling , have sought the daughter of his ...
Página 57
... memory , and first - rate talent , ) made him almost oracular . Shelley , when P became an habitué at his house , was charmed with him , and listened with rapt attention to his eloquence , which he compared to that of Cole- ridge . It ...
... memory , and first - rate talent , ) made him almost oracular . Shelley , when P became an habitué at his house , was charmed with him , and listened with rapt attention to his eloquence , which he compared to that of Cole- ridge . It ...
Página 79
... with the consent of her father ; who had lent her this long disused and dilapidated Campagne . I might fill many a page by speak- ing of the tears she shed over the memory of { Shelley , but enough — she did not long LIFE OF SHELLEY . 79.
... with the consent of her father ; who had lent her this long disused and dilapidated Campagne . I might fill many a page by speak- ing of the tears she shed over the memory of { Shelley , but enough — she did not long LIFE OF SHELLEY . 79.
Página 82
... memory of a mis- fortune of which Shelley was altogether innocent , and ground scandal upon falsehood ! have the audacity to confess , that he had for ten years treasured up some observations of Shelley's , made at his own table ! " Who ...
... memory of a mis- fortune of which Shelley was altogether innocent , and ground scandal upon falsehood ! have the audacity to confess , that he had for ten years treasured up some observations of Shelley's , made at his own table ! " Who ...
Outras edições - Ver tudo
Palavras e frases frequentes
admired amore appeared Atheism auto da fé beautiful boat buona Byron says called canto Casti child Conversations Countess Guiccioli Dante death delight divine Divine Comedy Don Juan drama Emilia eyes fame Faust fear feel flowers genius Genoa Göthe grave Greek heard heart Hobhouse Horace Smith hour human Hunt's idea imagination Italian Italy Keats Keats's lady language leave Leghorn Leigh Hunt Lerici less letter ley's light lived looked Lord Byron Lucca melancholy memory ment mind Moore Moore's never night noble notte opinion passage passion perhaps Pisa Plato poem poet poetry pyre Queen Mab Ravenna render Revolt of Islam Rogers Rome sail scarcely scene seems Serchio Shakspeare Shel Shelley says Shelley's shewed sleep soon soul speaking spirit stanza strange tears thee things thou thought tion told translation verses Via Reggio Williams words writing written wrote
Passagens conhecidas
Página 113 - A pard-like Spirit beautiful and swift — A Love in desolation masked ; — a Power Girt round with weakness ; — it can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour; It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow ; — even whilst we speak Is it not broken?
Página 318 - Or sculpture, speak in feeble imagery Their own cold powers. Art and eloquence, And all the shows o' the world, are frail and vain To weep a loss that turns their lights to shade. It is a woe 'too deep for tears' when all Is reft at once, when some surpassing Spirit, Whose light adorned the world around it, leaves Those who remain behind, not sobs or groans, The passionate tumult of a clinging hope, — But pale despair and cold tranquillity, Nature's vast frame, the web of human things, Birth and...
Página 183 - 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 334 - That Light whose smile kindles the Universe, That Beauty in which all things work and move, That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst; now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Página 173 - Most musical of mourners, weep again! Lament anew, Urania! — He died, Who was the Sire of an immortal strain, Blind, old, and lonely, when his country's pride The priest, the slave, and the liberticide Trampled and mocked with many a loathed rite Of lust and blood; he went, unterrified, Into the gulf of death; but his clear Sprite Yet reigns o'er earth; the third among the sons of light.
Página 321 - And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Página 325 - Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Página 183 - 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 315 - Go thou to Rome, — at once the Paradise, The grave, the city, and the wilderness; And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise, And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness, Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
Página 113 - Is it not broken ? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly : on a cheek The life can burn in blood even while the heart may break.