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... perfect specimens of descriptive prose in the English language ; never over - charged with colour , vibrating with emotions excited by the stimulating scenes of Italy , frank in criticism , and exquisitely delicate in observation ...
... perfect specimens of descriptive prose in the English language ; never over - charged with colour , vibrating with emotions excited by the stimulating scenes of Italy , frank in criticism , and exquisitely delicate in observation ...
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... perfect specimen in our lan- guage of the " poetical treatment of ordinary things . " The description of a Venetian sunset , touched to sadness amid all its splendour by the gloomy presence of the madhouse , ranks among Shelley's finest ...
... perfect specimen in our lan- guage of the " poetical treatment of ordinary things . " The description of a Venetian sunset , touched to sadness amid all its splendour by the gloomy presence of the madhouse , ranks among Shelley's finest ...
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... perfect and consummate surface and bloom of all things ; it is as the odour and the colour of the rose to the texture of the elements which compose it , as the form and splendour of unfaded beauty to the secrets of anatomy and ...
... perfect and consummate surface and bloom of all things ; it is as the odour and the colour of the rose to the texture of the elements which compose it , as the form and splendour of unfaded beauty to the secrets of anatomy and ...
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... seems to have been an afterthought . In the Cascine outside Florence he also composed the Ode to the West Wind , the most symmetrically perfect as well as the most im- passioned of his minor lyrics . He spent much time.
... seems to have been an afterthought . In the Cascine outside Florence he also composed the Ode to the West Wind , the most symmetrically perfect as well as the most im- passioned of his minor lyrics . He spent much time.
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... perfect , with none of the oppressive sense of coming danger , which distinguishes the calm before a storm . He was far away from the dis- tractions of the world he hated , in a scene of indescribable beauty , among a population little ...
... perfect , with none of the oppressive sense of coming danger , which distinguishes the calm before a storm . He was far away from the dis- tractions of the world he hated , in a scene of indescribable beauty , among a population little ...
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Page 501 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th' unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each mass may bear; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light.
Page 507 - That Light whose smile kindles the Universe, That Beauty in which all things work and move, That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse 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 499 - 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 501 - 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. XLIII. He is a portion of the loveliness Which once he made more lovely : he doth bear His part, while...
Page 511 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Page 505 - Go thou to Rome, — at once the Paradise, The grave, the city, and the wilderness ; And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise, And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
Page 403 - ... when composition begins, inspiration is already on the decline, and the most glorious poetry that has ever been communicated to the world is probably a feeble shadow of the original conceptions of the poet.
Page 402 - Poetry is indeed something divine. It is at once the centre and circumference of knowledge ; it is that which comprehends all science, and that to which all science must be referred. It is at the same time the root and blossom of all other systems of thought...
Page 526 - Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee ! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night — Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Page 526 - Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night — Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon ! 1821.