Shelley: A Critical BiographyD. Douglas, 1877 - 249 lappuses |
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... Trelawny , when the latter asked , " Why do you call yourself an atheist ? " and he answered , " I used it ( the name atheist ) to express my abhorrence of superstition : I took up the word , as a knight took up a gauntlet , in defiance ...
... Trelawny , when the latter asked , " Why do you call yourself an atheist ? " and he answered , " I used it ( the name atheist ) to express my abhorrence of superstition : I took up the word , as a knight took up a gauntlet , in defiance ...
141. lappuse
... Trelawny and Captain Roberts , the builder of the boat , did not think very highly of her . Roberts , it is recorded , had protested , but in vain , against building the boat upon the actual model adopted . Shelley could now experience ...
... Trelawny and Captain Roberts , the builder of the boat , did not think very highly of her . Roberts , it is recorded , had protested , but in vain , against building the boat upon the actual model adopted . Shelley could now experience ...
144. lappuse
... Trelawny and Captain Roberts witnessed their departure , and the Genoese mate of the Bolivar remarked to his companion that " the Devil was brewing mischief . " The rest of that dark day's work is familiar history . The day , which had ...
... Trelawny and Captain Roberts witnessed their departure , and the Genoese mate of the Bolivar remarked to his companion that " the Devil was brewing mischief . " The rest of that dark day's work is familiar history . The day , which had ...
146. lappuse
... Trelawny went to see both , and recognised the first as the corpse of Shelley , and the second as that of Williams . Wil- liams was nearly undressed , having evidently made an attempt to swim . He had on one of his boots , which Mr.
... Trelawny went to see both , and recognised the first as the corpse of Shelley , and the second as that of Williams . Wil- liams was nearly undressed , having evidently made an attempt to swim . He had on one of his boots , which Mr.
147. lappuse
... had been reading when the storm arose , and the print of his finger is still to be perceived upon the page . The book was in his hand when the body was found , and it was taken from him by Mr. Trelawny as A CRITICAL BIOGRAPHY . 147 PAGE.
... had been reading when the storm arose , and the print of his finger is still to be perceived upon the page . The book was in his hand when the body was found , and it was taken from him by Mr. Trelawny as A CRITICAL BIOGRAPHY . 147 PAGE.
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216. lappuse - He is made one with Nature : there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird ; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
246. lappuse - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, 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...
230. lappuse - Yet if we could scorn Hate and pride and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then — as I am listening now.
238. lappuse - The breath of the moist earth is light, Around its unexpanded buds ; Like many a voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The City's voice itself, is soft like Solitude's.
93. lappuse - A power from the unknown God, A Promethean conqueror came ; Like a triumphal path he trod The thorns of death and shame. A mortal shape to him Was like the vapour dim Which the orient planet animates with light...
239. lappuse - Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream , under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains. The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead.
213. lappuse - Worlds on worlds are rolling ever From creation to decay, Like the bubbles on a river, Sparkling, bursting, borne away. But they are still immortal , • Who, through birth's orient portal And death's dark chasm hurrying to and fro, Clothe their unceasing flight In the brief dust and light Gathered around their chariots as they go...
234. lappuse - Mont Blanc yet gleams on high :—the power is there, The still and solemn power of many sights And many sounds, and much of life and death.
242. lappuse - THE warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the year On the earth, her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying.
178. lappuse - Look on yonder earth : The golden harvests spring : the unfailing sun Sheds light and life ; the fruits, the flowers, the trees, Arise in due succession ; all things speak Peace, harmony, and love. The universe, In nature's silent eloquence, declares That all fulfil the works of love and joy, — . . All but the outcast Man.