Shelley and His Writings, 2. köideT.C. Newby, 1858 |
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... called the Cam- pagne Chapuis , exchanging , as he tells us , the view of Mont Blanc and her snowy aiguilles for the dark frowning Jura . The lake was still at their feet , and a little harbour contained their boat , in which the party ...
... called the Cam- pagne Chapuis , exchanging , as he tells us , the view of Mont Blanc and her snowy aiguilles for the dark frowning Jura . The lake was still at their feet , and a little harbour contained their boat , in which the party ...
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... called the Belle Rive , which , standing on the high banks , rose immediately behind the Campagne Chapuis , but outstaying his new companion a fortnight at the Sécheron , he , despite the stormy weather which had set in , crossed the ...
... called the Belle Rive , which , standing on the high banks , rose immediately behind the Campagne Chapuis , but outstaying his new companion a fortnight at the Sécheron , he , despite the stormy weather which had set in , crossed the ...
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... of reader . All the gravity of the company was called forth on this trying occasion , while the Doctor kept jealous watch on every countenance , and the reader's only resource against the SHELLEY AND HIS WRITINGS . 19.
... of reader . All the gravity of the company was called forth on this trying occasion , while the Doctor kept jealous watch on every countenance , and the reader's only resource against the SHELLEY AND HIS WRITINGS . 19.
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... called forth ; but were Rousseau no magician , he tells us this is indeed enchanted ground . " Groves of pines , chesnut , and walnut over- shadow it ; magnificent and unbounded forests , to which England affords no parallel . In the ...
... called forth ; but were Rousseau no magician , he tells us this is indeed enchanted ground . " Groves of pines , chesnut , and walnut over- shadow it ; magnificent and unbounded forests , to which England affords no parallel . In the ...
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... called Phantasmagoria , they began relating ghost stories as usual , and Lord Byron recited the beginning of Christabel , then unpub- lished , when Shelley suddenly started up and ran out of the room , followed soon after by Byron and ...
... called Phantasmagoria , they began relating ghost stories as usual , and Lord Byron recited the beginning of Christabel , then unpub- lished , when Shelley suddenly started up and ran out of the room , followed soon after by Byron and ...
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Page 228 - 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 161 - To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates...
Page 234 - 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 235 - 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 262 - True love in this differs from gold and clay, That to divide is not to take away.
Page 62 - For Heaven's sake let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings...
Page 162 - Requitest for knee-worship, prayer, and praise, And toil, and hecatombs of broken hearts, With fear and self-contempt and barren hope. Whilst me, who am thy foe, eyeless in hate, Hast thou made reign and triumph, to thy scorn, 10 O'er mine own misery and thy vain revenge.
Page 261 - 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 281 - 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 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...