Shelley: A Critical BiographyD. Douglas, 1877 - Всего страниц: 249 |
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... principles which filled his own father with horror . The dignity of man outweighed with him all titular glories , and to the last this great and unfortunate genius preserved his conscience free of reproach , and loved his species after ...
... principles which filled his own father with horror . The dignity of man outweighed with him all titular glories , and to the last this great and unfortunate genius preserved his conscience free of reproach , and loved his species after ...
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... principle of selfishness is usually eliminated from the breast , Shelley was troubled and perplexed by the wrongs and misery of the world . Yet never were divine pity and magnanimity crushed out of his soul . All the malignity of his ...
... principle of selfishness is usually eliminated from the breast , Shelley was troubled and perplexed by the wrongs and misery of the world . Yet never were divine pity and magnanimity crushed out of his soul . All the malignity of his ...
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... principle , was reserved for a rather later stage of his existence . There is strong ground for the conviction that the brief interregnum between Shelley's leaving Eton and his being entered at Oxford witnessed a great and noticeable ...
... principle , was reserved for a rather later stage of his existence . There is strong ground for the conviction that the brief interregnum between Shelley's leaving Eton and his being entered at Oxford witnessed a great and noticeable ...
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... principles with him ; and in case he answered in the affirmative , then to give him the option of withdrawal , after point- ing out to him that by the very nature of his tenets he was precluded from remaining a student at the University ...
... principles with him ; and in case he answered in the affirmative , then to give him the option of withdrawal , after point- ing out to him that by the very nature of his tenets he was precluded from remaining a student at the University ...
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... principles on my judgment . I am young . I am ardent in the cause of philanthropy and truth ; do not suppose that this is vanity ; I am not conscious that it in- fluences this portraiture . I imagine myself dis- passionately describing ...
... principles on my judgment . I am young . I am ardent in the cause of philanthropy and truth ; do not suppose that this is vanity ; I am not conscious that it in- fluences this portraiture . I imagine myself dis- passionately describing ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.