The Dramatic Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley

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at the Florence Press, Chatto & Windus, 1922 - 412 páginas
 

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Página 355 - Nor mix with Laian rage the joy Which dawns upon the free: Although a subtler Sphinx renew Riddles of death Thebes never knew. 354 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 67 - Hark! the rushing snow! The sun-awakened avalanche! whose mass, Thrice sifted by the storm, had gathered there Flake after flake, in heaven-defying minds As thought by thought is piled, till some great truth Is loosened, and the nations echo round, Shaken to their roots, as do the mountains now.
Página 143 - The crimes and miseries in which she was an actor and a sufferer are as the mask and the mantle in which circumstances clothed her for her impersonation on the scene of the world.
Página 11 - We owe the great writers of the golden age of our literature to that fervid awakening of the public mind which shook to dust the oldest and most oppressive form of the Christian religion.
Página 85 - tis the destiny Of trodden worms to writhe till they are dead, Put forth thy might.
Página 80 - ASIA. 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...
Página 27 - Phantasm. Fiend, I defy thee ! with a calm, fixed mind, All that thou canst inflict I bid thee do ; Foul Tyrant both of Gods and Human-kind, One only being shalt thou not subdue.
Página 43 - Hypocrisy and custom make their minds The fanes of many a worship, now outworn. They dare not devise good for man's estate, And yet they know not that they do not dare. The good want power, but to weep barren tears. The powerful goodness want: worse need for them.
Página 119 - EARTH The joy, the triumph, the delight, the madness! The boundless, overflowing, bursting gladness, The vaporous exultation not to be confined ! Ha! ha! the animation of delight Which wraps me, like an atmosphere of light, And bears me as a cloud is borne by its own wind.
Página 75 - If the abysm Could vomit forth its secrets — but a voice Is wanting, the deep truth is imageless ; For what would it avail to bid thee gaze On the revolving world ? What to bid speak Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance and Change ? To these All things are subject but eternal Love.

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