The Continuity of LettersClarendon Press, 1923 - 273 стор. |
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Сторінка 109
... come in that way for Art ( or Ingenuity ) is far weaker than Necessity . Fate , he darkly hints , is stronger than Zeus : but how it will work is his secret in which lies his hope of escape . We PROMETHEUS IN POETRY 109.
... come in that way for Art ( or Ingenuity ) is far weaker than Necessity . Fate , he darkly hints , is stronger than Zeus : but how it will work is his secret in which lies his hope of escape . We PROMETHEUS IN POETRY 109.
Сторінка 110
John Cann Bailey. secret in which lies his hope of escape . We shall see that this notion of the supremacy of Fate even over Zeus is important both for Goethe and for Shelley . After this comes a lovely and typically Greek chorus in ...
John Cann Bailey. secret in which lies his hope of escape . We shall see that this notion of the supremacy of Fate even over Zeus is important both for Goethe and for Shelley . After this comes a lovely and typically Greek chorus in ...
Сторінка 114
... hope but love ' : and wishes either to be The saviour and the strength of suffering man , Or sink into the original gulf of things ; and Panthea leaves him in order to visit his beloved Asia who has been ' in exile ' in India ever since ...
... hope but love ' : and wishes either to be The saviour and the strength of suffering man , Or sink into the original gulf of things ; and Panthea leaves him in order to visit his beloved Asia who has been ' in exile ' in India ever since ...
Сторінка 115
... hope and fire and all the arts , and love : and for this he hangs withering in pain . Man is now outcast and aban- doned Prometheus shall again deliver him ; but when ? To that question the answer of Demogorgon is ' Behold ' , and ...
... hope and fire and all the arts , and love : and for this he hangs withering in pain . Man is now outcast and aban- doned Prometheus shall again deliver him ; but when ? To that question the answer of Demogorgon is ' Behold ' , and ...
Сторінка 122
... hope substituted for fear , all the arts and abundances of life taking the place of ignorance , poverty , pain and misery . Is not that exactly what Shelley was always trying himself to be , what he was always picturing in the heroes of ...
... hope substituted for fear , all the arts and abundances of life taking the place of ignorance , poverty , pain and misery . Is not that exactly what Shelley was always trying himself to be , what he was always picturing in the heroes of ...
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Сторінка 177 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
Сторінка 40 - Twilight gray had in her sober livery all things clad : Silence accompanied ; for Beast and Bird, they to their grassy couch, these to their nests, were slunk, — all but the wakeful nightingale; she, all night long, her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleased. Now...
Сторінка 26 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
Сторінка 29 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong (Between whose endless jar justice resides), Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Сторінка 32 - This feather stirs; she lives! If it be so, It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows That ever I have felt.
Сторінка 177 - There came a tyrant, and with holy glee Thou fought'st against him ; but hast vainly striven : Thou from thy Alpine holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft : Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left ; For, high-souled maid, what sorrow would it be That mountain floods should thunder as before, And ocean bellow from his rocky shore, And neither awful voice be heard by thee...
Сторінка 246 - Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.
Сторінка 74 - A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble: carriage ; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or, by'r lady, inclining to threescore, and now I remember me, his name is Falstaff: if that man should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me ; for, Harry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may...
Сторінка 27 - All is best, though we oft doubt, What the unsearchable dispose Of highest wisdom brings about, And ever best found in the close.
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