Prometheus Unbound: A Lyrical Drama, Том 10D.C. Heath & Company, 1892 - Всего страниц: 171 |
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... round the earth , but rarely soars into the heavens . It is the Ger- man genius , not the English , which expresses the struggle of the human soul in a shadowy protagonist , embodiment of the symbolism of the ages , and replaces a ...
... round the earth , but rarely soars into the heavens . It is the Ger- man genius , not the English , which expresses the struggle of the human soul in a shadowy protagonist , embodiment of the symbolism of the ages , and replaces a ...
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... round , as light from the meridian sun . ” Then , with abrupt and breathless transition , we are lifted to the final Height of Vision , and to the consummation of the drama . The apotheosis of Asia gives us the fulness of white light ...
... round , as light from the meridian sun . ” Then , with abrupt and breathless transition , we are lifted to the final Height of Vision , and to the consummation of the drama . The apotheosis of Asia gives us the fulness of white light ...
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... round thy dissolving brain . Heap on thy soul , by virtue of this Curse , Ill deeds , then be thou damned , beholding good ; Both infinite as is the universe , And thou , and thy self - torturing solitude . An awful image of calm power ...
... round thy dissolving brain . Heap on thy soul , by virtue of this Curse , Ill deeds , then be thou damned , beholding good ; Both infinite as is the universe , And thou , and thy self - torturing solitude . An awful image of calm power ...
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... round my hair : Whilst my beloved race is trampled down By his thought - executing ministers . Such is the tyrant's recompense : ' tis just : He who is evil can receive no good ; And for a world bestowed , or a friend lost , He can feel ...
... round my hair : Whilst my beloved race is trampled down By his thought - executing ministers . Such is the tyrant's recompense : ' tis just : He who is evil can receive no good ; And for a world bestowed , or a friend lost , He can feel ...
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... round , Else we are shapeless as our mother Night . PROMETHEUS . I laugh your power , and his who sent you here , To lowest scorn . Pour forth the cup of pain . FIRST FURY . Thou thinkest we will rend thee bone from bone , And nerve ...
... round , Else we are shapeless as our mother Night . PROMETHEUS . I laugh your power , and his who sent you here , To lowest scorn . Pour forth the cup of pain . FIRST FURY . Thou thinkest we will rend thee bone from bone , And nerve ...
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Стр. 120 - To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates...
Стр. lviii - 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!
Стр. 95 - The loathsome mask has fallen, the man remains Sceptreless, free, uncircumscribed, but man Equal, unclassed, tribeless, and nationless, Exempt from awe, worship, degree, the king Over himself ; just, gentle, wise : but man Passionless ? no, yet free from guilt or pain, Which were, for his will made or suffered them, Nor yet exempt, though ruling them like slaves, From chance, and death, and mutability, The clogs of that which else might oversoar The loftiest star of unascended heaven, Pinnacled dim...
Стр. 148 - Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, Where, with her best nurse Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings. That, in the various bustle of resort, Were all to-ruffled, and sometimes impaired. He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i...
Стр. 74 - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing ; And thine doth like an angel sit Beside the helm conducting it, Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing. It seems to float ever, for ever, Upon that many-winding river, Between mountains, woods, abysses, A paradise of wildernesses ! Till, like one in slumber bound, Borne to the ocean, I float down, around, Into a sea profound, of ever-spreading sound : Meanwhile thy spirit lifts...
Стр. 74 - Through the clouds ere they divide them ; And this atmosphere divinest Shrouds thee wheresoe'er thou shinest. Fair are others ; none beholds thee, But thy voice sounds low and tender Like the fairest, for it folds thee From the sight, that liquid splendour, And all feel, yet see thee never...
Стр. 162 - Sail forth — steer for the deep waters only, Reckless O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me, For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all. O my brave soul ! O farther farther sail ! O daring joy, but safe ! are they not all the seas of God? O farther, farther, farther sail ! PRAYER OF COLUMBUS.
Стр. 66 - He gave man speech, and speech created thought, Which is the measure of the universe...
Стр. 93 - And behold, thrones were kingless, and men walked One with the other even as spirits do : None fawned, none trampled ; hate, disdain, or fear, Self-love or self-contempt, on human brows No more inscribed, as o'er the gate of hell, " All hope abandon, ye who enter here...
Стр. 4 - The only imaginary being resembling in any degree Prometheus, is Satan; and Prometheus is, in my judgment, a more poetical character than Satan, because, in addition to courage, and majesty, and firm and patient opposition to omnipotent force, he is susceptible of being described as exempt from the taints of ambition, envy, revenge, and a desire for personal aggrandisement, which, in the Hero of Paradise Lost, interfere with the interest.