The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volume 1Little, Brown, 1862 |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
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Passagens conhecidas
Página 390 - 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.
Página 448 - The rocks are cloven, and through the purple night I see cars drawn by rainbow-winged steeds Which trample the dim winds: in each there stands A wild-eyed charioteer urging their flight. Some look behind, as fiends pursued them there, And yet I see no shapes but the keen stars: Others, with burning eyes, lean forth, and drink With eager lips the wind of their own speed. As if the thing they loved fled on before, And now, even now, they clasped it. Their bright locks Stream like a comet's flashing...
Página 317 - Didactic poetry is my abhorrence ; nothing can be equally well expressed in prose that is not tedious and supererogatory in verse. My purpose has hitherto been simply to familiarize the highly refined imagination of the more select classes of poetical readers with beautiful idealisms of moral excellence ; aware that until the mind can love, and admire, and trust, and hope, and endure, reasoned principles of moral conduct are seeds cast upon the highway of life which the unconscious passenger tramples...
Página 81 - My tears, my heart grew calm, and I was meek and bold. And from that hour did I with earnest thought Heap knowledge from forbidden mines of lore, Yet nothing that my tyrants knew or taught I cared to learn, but from that secret store Wrought linked armour for my soul, before It might walk forth to war among mankind...
Página 331 - Rain then thy plagues upon me here, Ghastly disease, and frenzying fear ; And let alternate frost and fire Eat into me, and be thine ire Lightning, and cutting hail, and legioned forms 270 Of furies, driving by upon the wounding storms. Ay, do thy worst. Thou art omnipotent. O'er all things but thyself I gave thee power, And my own will.
Página 444 - Shelley believed that mankind had only to will that there should be no evil, and there would be none.
Página 331 - 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. Rain then thy plagues upon me here, Ghastly disease, and frenzying fear...
Página 317 - But it is a mistake to suppose that I dedicate my poetical compositions solely to the direct enforcement of reform, or that I consider them in any degree as containing a reasoned system on the theory of human life. Didactic poetry is my abhorrence ; nothing can be equally well expressed in prose that is not tedious and supererogatory in yerse.
Página 80 - Thoughts of great deeds were mine, dear Friend, , when first The clouds which wrap this world from youth did pass. I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why : until there rose From the near school-room, voices, that, alas ! Were but one echo from a world of woes— The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.
Página 224 - ... through, To me the keeping of its secrets gave — One mind, the type of all, the moveless wave Whose calm reflects all moving things that are, Necessity, and love, and life, the grave, And sympathy, fountains of hope and fear ; Justice, and truth, and time, and the world's natural sphere. xxxn. "And on the sand would I make signs to range These woofs, as they were woven, of my thought ; Clear elemental shapes, whose smallest change A subtler language within language wrought : The key of truths...