Shelley and His Writings, 2. köideT.C. Newby, 1858 |
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... caressed in every circle of society . At this brilliant epoch of his life , he imposed upon himself a marriage , which , from the un- congenial characters of the contracting parties , as well as SHELLEY AND HIS WRITINGS . 5.
... caressed in every circle of society . At this brilliant epoch of his life , he imposed upon himself a marriage , which , from the un- congenial characters of the contracting parties , as well as SHELLEY AND HIS WRITINGS . 5.
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... society , with every opprobrious epithet conferred upon him that malice could suggest or vulgarity devise . " In one short year , " says Moore , " he passed through every variety of domestic misery ; —he had seen his hearth eight or ...
... society , with every opprobrious epithet conferred upon him that malice could suggest or vulgarity devise . " In one short year , " says Moore , " he passed through every variety of domestic misery ; —he had seen his hearth eight or ...
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... society , and enabled them to appreciate it the better , when they could escape from the physician . They had jointly become the owners of a small sailing boat , fitted , says Moore , to stand the usual squalls of the climate , and , at ...
... society , and enabled them to appreciate it the better , when they could escape from the physician . They had jointly become the owners of a small sailing boat , fitted , says Moore , to stand the usual squalls of the climate , and , at ...
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... society he was always ill at ease , and though Byron has described him " as perfect a gentleman as ever stepped across a drawing - room when he liked and where he liked , ” he often appeared awkward and clumsy , catching his foot in the ...
... society he was always ill at ease , and though Byron has described him " as perfect a gentleman as ever stepped across a drawing - room when he liked and where he liked , ” he often appeared awkward and clumsy , catching his foot in the ...
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... society . His second marriage was in every respect a happy one . Fitted by nature for each other's society , they contradicted the too oft - repeated assertion that the pursuits of literature , more especially those of the poet , are ...
... society . His second marriage was in every respect a happy one . Fitted by nature for each other's society , they contradicted the too oft - repeated assertion that the pursuits of literature , more especially those of the poet , are ...
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Page 236 - 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.
Page 242 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form. A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Page 243 - The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light for ever 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.
Page 270 - True love in this differs from gold and clay, That to divide is not to take away.
Page 244 - Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which through the web of being, blindly wove By man and beast, and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Page 242 - Is it not broken? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly; on a cheek The life can burn in blood, even while the heart may break. His head was bound with pansies overblown, And faded violets, white, and pied, and blue...
Page 269 - See where she stands ! a mortal shape indued With love and life and light and deity, And motion which may change but cannot die ; An image of some bright Eternity ; A shadow of some golden dream ; a Splendour Leaving the third sphere pilotless...
Page 289 - You should have known Shelley', said Byron, 'to feel how much I must regret him. He was the most gentle, most amiable, and least worldly-minded person I ever met; full of delicacy, disinterested beyond all other men, and possessing a degree of genius, joined to a simplicity, as rare as it is admirable. He had formed to himself a beau ideal of all that is fine, high-minded, and noble, and he acted up to this ideal even to the very letter.
Page 62 - For Heaven's sake let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings...
Page 49 - THE everlasting universe of Things Flows through the Mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark — now glittering — now reflecting gloom — Now lending splendour, where from secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings Of waters, — with a sound but half its own...