Percy Bysshe Shelley as a Philosopher and ReformerC.P. Somerby, 1876 - 51 pages |
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... AND A VIEW OF HIS TOMB . " Let us see the Truth , whatever that may be . " - Shelley , 1822 . NEW YORK : CHARLES P. SOMERBY , 139 EIGHTH STREET . 1876 . Entered , according to Act of Congress , in the PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY.
... AND A VIEW OF HIS TOMB . " Let us see the Truth , whatever that may be . " - Shelley , 1822 . NEW YORK : CHARLES P. SOMERBY , 139 EIGHTH STREET . 1876 . Entered , according to Act of Congress , in the PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY.
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... truth , so in these days only those seem to be permitted to breathe the hidden essence in Shelley , who have realized the acute phases of spiritality . Among the few who have enjoyed these bi - fold gifts , none have had more fortuitous ...
... truth , so in these days only those seem to be permitted to breathe the hidden essence in Shelley , who have realized the acute phases of spiritality . Among the few who have enjoyed these bi - fold gifts , none have had more fortuitous ...
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... Truth , Will to the struggling soul a beacon prove , And barrier against the waves of tyranny and craft . Then rest , " Cor Cordium , " and though thy life Was brief in point of years , its memory will outlive The column'd monuments ...
... Truth , Will to the struggling soul a beacon prove , And barrier against the waves of tyranny and craft . Then rest , " Cor Cordium , " and though thy life Was brief in point of years , its memory will outlive The column'd monuments ...
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... Truth , whatever that may be . " - SHELLEY , 1822 . Mr. Vice - President and Members of the Liberal Club : Per- " The Blood of the Martyr is the Seed of the Church . ' secution ever fails in accomplishing its desired ends , and as a ...
... Truth , whatever that may be . " - SHELLEY , 1822 . Mr. Vice - President and Members of the Liberal Club : Per- " The Blood of the Martyr is the Seed of the Church . ' secution ever fails in accomplishing its desired ends , and as a ...
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... truth , as in Shelley : " Whosoever is free from the contamination of luxury and license may go forth to the fields and to the woods , inhaling joyous renovation from the breath of Spring , and catch ing from the odors and sounds of ...
... truth , as in Shelley : " Whosoever is free from the contamination of luxury and license may go forth to the fields and to the woods , inhaling joyous renovation from the breath of Spring , and catch ing from the odors and sounds of ...
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Page 4 - Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present; the words which express what they understand not; the trumpets which sing to battle, and feel not what they inspire; the influence which is moved not, but moves. Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
Page 50 - 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 51 - He wakes or sleeps with the enduring dead; Thou canst not soar where he is sitting now — Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal, which must glow...
Page 4 - ... the institutors of laws, and the founders of civil society, and the inventors of the arts of life, and the teachers, who draw into a certain propinquity with the beautiful and the true, that partial apprehension of the agencies of the invisible world which is called religion.
Page 51 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life. 'Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Page 3 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Page 6 - I will be wise, And just, and free, and mild, if in me lies Such power, for I grow weary to behold The selfish and the strong still tyrannise Without reproach or check.
Page 46 - A husband and wife ought to continue so long united as they love each other : any law which should bind them to cohabitation for one moment after the decay of their affection, would be a most intolerable tyranny, and the most unworthy of toleration.
Page 25 - Spirit of Nature ! here ! In this interminable wilderness Of worlds, at whose immensity Even soaring fancy staggers, Here is thy fitting temple. Yet not the lightest leaf That quivers to the passing breeze Is less instinct with thee : Yet not the meanest worm That lurks in graves and fattens on the dead Less shares thy eternal breath. Spirit of Nature ! thou ! Imperishable as this scene. Here is thy fitting temple.
Page 38 - Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number, Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many - they are few.