Note Books, from the Originals in the Library of W.K. Bixby: Deciphered, Transcribed, and Edited, 1. sējumsmembers of the Bibliophile Society, 1911 |
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119. lappuse
... Garnett wrote to me that my emendation was " justified by Shelley's own manu- script . " He might have added that there was a further mistake of Mary Shelley's to be amended ; but Oh is not very plainly written . However , [ 119 ]
... Garnett wrote to me that my emendation was " justified by Shelley's own manu- script . " He might have added that there was a further mistake of Mary Shelley's to be amended ; but Oh is not very plainly written . However , [ 119 ]
140. lappuse
... Garnett , who published the pencilled lines in Relics of Shelley , substituted which for that in line I and misread the last word for melody . It is absolutely certain that it is Italy - a word of much subtler import in this context ...
... Garnett , who published the pencilled lines in Relics of Shelley , substituted which for that in line I and misread the last word for melody . It is absolutely certain that it is Italy - a word of much subtler import in this context ...
141. lappuse
... Garnett gave without the doubtful word . The last word but one in the next line is certainly far , not pure as given by Garnett ; and there is a cancelled reading , delicate for tender , far . In the following line air stands cancelled ...
... Garnett gave without the doubtful word . The last word but one in the next line is certainly far , not pure as given by Garnett ; and there is a cancelled reading , delicate for tender , far . In the following line air stands cancelled ...
146. lappuse
... Garnett's Relics of Shelley in my edition of Shelley's Prose Works ( IV . 255-6 ) , I recorded in a foot - note that a frag- ment seeming to be a portion of the Satire was in Sir Percy Shelley's possession but had not been published ...
... Garnett's Relics of Shelley in my edition of Shelley's Prose Works ( IV . 255-6 ) , I recorded in a foot - note that a frag- ment seeming to be a portion of the Satire was in Sir Percy Shelley's possession but had not been published ...
147. lappuse
... Garnett gave a copy of the manuscript fragment - or what purported to be a copy - to Professor Dowden , to publish in The Correspondence of Robert Southey with Caroline Bowles ( Dublin and London , 1881 ) , by way of illustrating the ...
... Garnett gave a copy of the manuscript fragment - or what purported to be a copy - to Professor Dowden , to publish in The Correspondence of Robert Southey with Caroline Bowles ( Dublin and London , 1881 ) , by way of illustrating the ...
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181. lappuse - 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! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind ! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy ! O, Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
165. lappuse - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing. Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red. Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving...
112. lappuse - I sighed for thee ; When light rode high, and the dew was gone And noon lay heavy on flower and tree ' And the weary Day turned to his rest Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried Wouldst thou me ? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noon-tide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side?
112. lappuse - SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night ! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight ! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Star-inwrought ! Blind with thine hair the eyes of day, Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand.
132. lappuse - Tis the noon of autumn's glow, When a soft and purple mist Like a vaporous amethyst, Or an air-dissolved star Mingling light and fragrance, far 290 From the curved horizon's bound To the point of Heaven's profound, Fills the overflowing sky...
205. lappuse - I dare not guess; but in this life Of error, ignorance, and strife, Where nothing is, but all things seem. And we the shadows of the dream, It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant if one considers it, To own that death itself must be, Like all the rest, a mockery.
27. lappuse - He exceeds all modern dramatists, with the exception of Shakespeare, whom he resembles, however, in the depth of thought and subtlety of imagination of his writings, and in the rare power of interweaving delicate and powerful comic traits with the most tragical situations, without diminishing their interest. I rate him far above Beaumont and Fletcher.
202. lappuse - O World ! O life ! O time ! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before, — When will return the glory of your prime ? No more — oh never more ! Out of the day and night A joy has taken flight ; Fresh Spring, and Summer, and Winter hoar, Move my faint heart with grief, — but with delight No more — oh never more!
166. lappuse - So sweet the sense faints picturing them ! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods, which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves : oh, hear!
133. lappuse - Autumn's evening meets me soon, Leading the infantine moon, And that one star, which to her Almost seems to minister Half the crimson light she brings From the sunset's radiant springs...