Posthumous Poems of Percy Bysshe ShelleyJohn and Henry L. Hunt, 1824 - 415 lappuses |
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vii. lappuse
... Cyclops , " and the Scenes from the " Magico Prodigioso , " may be considered as having received the author's ultimate corrections . " The Triumph of Life " was his last work , and was left in so un- finished a state , that I arranged ...
... Cyclops , " and the Scenes from the " Magico Prodigioso , " may be considered as having received the author's ultimate corrections . " The Triumph of Life " was his last work , and was left in so un- finished a state , that I arranged ...
xi. lappuse
... Cyclops , from Eurypides Translation from Moschus Scenes from the " Magico Prodigioso " of Calderon Scenes from the " Faust " of Goëthe Page 218 • 219 220 • 221 222 • 223 224 225 229 237 • 249 257 260 263 · 264 265 266 267 295 329 362 ...
... Cyclops , from Eurypides Translation from Moschus Scenes from the " Magico Prodigioso " of Calderon Scenes from the " Faust " of Goëthe Page 218 • 219 220 • 221 222 • 223 224 225 229 237 • 249 257 260 263 · 264 265 266 267 295 329 362 ...
327. lappuse
... far astray Through the dun night . Farewell , delightful Boy , Of Jove and Maia sprung , -never by me , Nor thou , nor other songs shall unremembered be . THE CYCLOPS ; A SATYRIC DRAMA . TRANSLATED FROM THE TRANSLATIONS . 327.
... far astray Through the dun night . Farewell , delightful Boy , Of Jove and Maia sprung , -never by me , Nor thou , nor other songs shall unremembered be . THE CYCLOPS ; A SATYRIC DRAMA . TRANSLATED FROM THE TRANSLATIONS . 327.
329. lappuse
Percy Bysshe Shelley Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley. THE CYCLOPS ; A SATYRIC DRAMA . TRANSLATED FROM THE GREEK OF EURIPIDES . SILENUS . CHORUS OF SATYRS . ULYSSES . THE CYCLOPS . SILENUS . O , BACCHUS , what a world of toil , both now And ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley. THE CYCLOPS ; A SATYRIC DRAMA . TRANSLATED FROM THE GREEK OF EURIPIDES . SILENUS . CHORUS OF SATYRS . ULYSSES . THE CYCLOPS . SILENUS . O , BACCHUS , what a world of toil , both now And ...
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Anarchs ANTISTROPHE Apennine art thou Bay of Spezia beams beautiful beneath breast breath bright calm cave cavern chidden CHORUS clouds cold CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dance dark dead death deep delight desart divine dread dream earth EPODE eyes faint FAUST fear fire fled flowers folded palm gaze gentle gleam grass green grew grey grief hair hear heart heaven JUSTINA kiss lady leaves LEIGH HUNT light lips living lone look Maddalo MEPHISTOPHELES mighty mind MONT BLANC moon mortal mountains never night o'er ocean pale pinnace rocks round sate scorn shadows shapes SILENUS sleep smile snow soft song soul sound spirit SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought Tmolus truth ULYSSES vale veil voice wake wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings Witch woods youth
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132. lappuse - The wilderness has a mysterious tongue Which teaches awful doubt, or faith so mild, So solemn, so serene, that man may be, But for such faith, with nature reconciled; Thou hast a voice, great Mountain, to repeal Large codes of fraud and woe; not understood By all, but which the wise, and great, and good Interpret, or make felt, or deeply feel.
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83. lappuse - the world and its mysterious doom "Is not so much more glorious than it was, That I desire to worship those who drew New figures on its false and fragile glass "As the old faded.
272. lappuse - His languid limbs. A vision on his sleep There came, a dream of hopes that never yet Had flushed his cheek. He dreamed a veiled maid Sate near him, talking in low solemn tones. Her voice was like the voice of his own soul Heard in the calm of thought...
261. lappuse - TO THE MOON ART thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth,— And ever changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy...
89. lappuse - So knew I in that light's severe excess The presence of that shape which on the stream Moved, as I moved along the wilderness, "More dimly than a day-appearing dream, The ghost of a forgotten form of sleep ; A light of heaven, whose half-extinguished beam " Through the sick day in which we wake to weep, Glimmers, forever sought, forever lost ; So did that shape its obscure tenour keep " Beside my path, as silent as a ghost...
159. lappuse - Winter suddenly was changed to Spring ; And gentle odours led my steps astray, Mixed with a sound of waters murmuring Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, But kibsed it and then fled, as thou mightest in dream.