Prometheus Unbound a Lyrical Drama...H.D.C. Heath and C°, 1892 - Всего страниц: 171 |
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... awful Demogorgon , the unseen Fate that dwells in dark- ness . This descent of Asia to the cave of Demogorgon recalls the descent of Faust to the " Mothers " the hidden - roots of things in the second part of Faust INTRODUCTION . xxxi.
... awful Demogorgon , the unseen Fate that dwells in dark- ness . This descent of Asia to the cave of Demogorgon recalls the descent of Faust to the " Mothers " the hidden - roots of things in the second part of Faust INTRODUCTION . xxxi.
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... that of sound . These spirit - voices are first heard in Act I. , where the Earth - mother , yet unenlightened , bemoans Prometheus's retraction of the curse : - 06 Misery , oh misery to me That Jove at lii PROMETHEUS UNBOUND .
... that of sound . These spirit - voices are first heard in Act I. , where the Earth - mother , yet unenlightened , bemoans Prometheus's retraction of the curse : - 06 Misery , oh misery to me That Jove at lii PROMETHEUS UNBOUND .
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... Mother , thy sons and thou Scorn him , without whose all - enduring will Beneath the fierce omnipotence of Jove , Both they and thou had vanished , like thin mist Unrolled on the morning wind . Know ye not me , The Titan ? He who made ...
... Mother , thy sons and thou Scorn him , without whose all - enduring will Beneath the fierce omnipotence of Jove , Both they and thou had vanished , like thin mist Unrolled on the morning wind . Know ye not me , The Titan ? He who made ...
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... mother ; she within whose stony veins , To the last fibre of the loftiest tree Whose thin leaves trembled in the ... mother's hate Breathed on her 16 [ ACT I PROMETHEUS UNBOUND .
... mother ; she within whose stony veins , To the last fibre of the loftiest tree Whose thin leaves trembled in the ... mother's hate Breathed on her 16 [ ACT I PROMETHEUS UNBOUND .
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Percy Bysshe Shelley. With the contagion of a mother's hate Breathed on her child's destroyer ; aye , I heard Thy curse ... mother ! All else who live and suffer take from thee Some comfort ; flowers , and fruits , and happy sounds , And ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley. With the contagion of a mother's hate Breathed on her child's destroyer ; aye , I heard Thy curse ... mother ! All else who live and suffer take from thee Some comfort ; flowers , and fruits , and happy sounds , And ...
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abyss aërial æsthetic æther agony Asia and Panthea azure Baths of Caracalla beauty behold beneath blank verse breathe bright bright snow calm Caucasus caverns caves chariot child CHORUS clouds conception coursers curse dark death deep DEMOGORGON drama dreams earth echoes English Eschylus evil expression exquisite eyes Faery Queene faith feel fire float flowers FURY gaze Greek harmony hate heart heaven Hephæstus hope hour human ideal imagination IONE JAMES THOMSON Jupiter light lines living lyric melody metheus mighty mind Moon mountains myth nature night o'er Ocean pain pale passage passion PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Phantasm poem poet poetry Prome Prometheus Unbound Revolution Rossetti scene SEMICHORUS serene shadow shapes Shelley Shelley's sister sleep smiles song soul sound speak spirit stars suggestion sweet swift thee Thetis thine thou art thought thro throne Titan torture vision voice wind wings wonder words Zeus
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Стр. 118 - 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. 146 - 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. 93 - 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. 72 - 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. 72 - 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. 91 - 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. 118 - Gentleness, Virtue, Wisdom, and Endurance — These are the seals of that most firm assurance Which bars the pit over Destruction's strength; And if, with infirm hand, Eternity, Mother of many acts and hours, should free The serpent that would clasp her with his length, These are the spells by which to reassume An empire o'er the disentangled doom.
Стр. 64 - He gave man speech, and speech created thought, Which is the measure of the universe...
Стр. 42 - On a poet's lips I slept Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept ; Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses. He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom, Nor heed nor see, what things they be : But from these create he can Forms more real than living man, Nurslings of immortality ! One of these awakened me, And I sped to succour thee.