Memoir of Percy Bysshe ShelleyWhittaker, Treacher, 1833 - 180ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... Thou wast my purer mind- Thou wast the inspiration of my song- Thine are these early wilding flowers , Though garlanded by me . This poem underwent , however , considerable correction ; and the notes were written after an interval of ...
... Thou wast my purer mind- Thou wast the inspiration of my song- Thine are these early wilding flowers , Though garlanded by me . This poem underwent , however , considerable correction ; and the notes were written after an interval of ...
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... Thou demandest , What is love ? If we reason , we would be understood : if we imagine , we would that the airy children of our brain were born anew within another's : if we feel , we would that another's nerves should vibrate to our own ...
... Thou demandest , What is love ? If we reason , we would be understood : if we imagine , we would that the airy children of our brain were born anew within another's : if we feel , we would that another's nerves should vibrate to our own ...
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... thou and I beguiled To death on Life's dark river . " Até does not die childless , " says the Greek dramatist . A scarcely less misfortune , consequent on this catastrophe , was the barbarous decree of the Court of Chancery , unhappily ...
... thou and I beguiled To death on Life's dark river . " Até does not die childless , " says the Greek dramatist . A scarcely less misfortune , consequent on this catastrophe , was the barbarous decree of the Court of Chancery , unhappily ...
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... were excruciating , but , during his worst spasms , I never saw him peevish or out of humour- indeed , as an Italian said to me , he was veramente un angelo . But thou art fled , Like some fair exhalation , MEMOIR OF SHELLEY . 105.
... were excruciating , but , during his worst spasms , I never saw him peevish or out of humour- indeed , as an Italian said to me , he was veramente un angelo . But thou art fled , Like some fair exhalation , MEMOIR OF SHELLEY . 105.
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... Thou canst no longer know or love the shapes Of this phantasmal scene , who have to thee who are , alas ! Been purest ministers ; Now thou art not . These affecting lines would have furnished his most appropriate epitaph . I have never ...
... Thou canst no longer know or love the shapes Of this phantasmal scene , who have to thee who are , alas ! Been purest ministers ; Now thou art not . These affecting lines would have furnished his most appropriate epitaph . I have never ...
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178 ÆäÀÌÁö - But he that knew not. and did commit things worthy of stripes, shall be beaten with few stripes. For unto whomsoever much is given, of him shall be much required; and to whom men have committed much, of him they will ask the more.
69 ÆäÀÌÁö - The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly ; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.
3 ÆäÀÌÁö - May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why : until there rose From the near schoolroom voices that, alas ! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.
4 ÆäÀÌÁö - I will be wise, And just, and free, and mild, if in me lies Such power, for I grow weary to behold The selfish and the strong still tyrannize Without reproach or check.
23 ÆäÀÌÁö - The discovery of its antitype; the meeting with an understanding capable of clearly estimating our own ; an imagination which should enter into and seize upon the subtle and delicate peculiarities which we have delighted to cherish and unfold in secret; with a frame whose nerves, like the chords of two exquisite lyres, strung to the accompaniment of one delightful voice, vibrate with the vibrations of our own ; and of a combination of all these in such proportion as the type within demands ; this...
22 ÆäÀÌÁö - If we reason, we would be understood; if we imagine, we would that the airy children of our brain were born anew within another's; if we feel, we would that another's nerves should vibrate to our own, that the beams of their eyes should kindle at once and mix and melt into our own, that lips of motionless ice should not reply to lips quivering and burning with the heart's best blood.
119 ÆäÀÌÁö - The melodies of birds and bees, The murmuring of summer seas, And pattering rain, and breathing dew, And airs of evening; and it knew That seldom-heard mysterious sound, Which, driven on its diurnal round, As it floats through boundless day, Our world enkindles on its way.
118 ÆäÀÌÁö - To live in happier form again: From which, beneath Heaven's fairest star, The artist wrought this loved Guitar; And taught it justly to reply To all who question skilfully In language gentle as thine own; Whispering in enamour'd tone Sweet oracles of woods and dells, And summer winds in sylvan cells...
24 ÆäÀÌÁö - There is eloquence in the tongueless wind, and a melody in the flowing brooks and the rustling of the reeds beside them, which by their inconceivable relation to something within the soul, awaken the spirits to a dance of breathless rapture, and bring tears of mysterious tenderness to the eyes, like the enthusiasm of patriotic success, or the voice of one beloved singing to you alone.
178 ÆäÀÌÁö - And that servant, which knew his lord's will, and made not ready, nor did according to his will, shall be beaten with many stripes; but he that knew not, and did things worthy of stripes, shall be beaten with few stripes. And to whomsoever much is given, of him shall much be required: and to whom they commit much, of him will they ask the more.