The Shelley Papers: Memoir of Percy Bysshe ShelleyWhittaker, Treacher, & Company, 1833 - 180 Seiten |
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Seite 21 - is the bond and the sanction which connects not only the two sexes, but everything that exists. " We are born into the world, and there is something within us which, from the instant we live and move, thirsts after its likeness. This propensity developes itself with the developement of our nature
Seite 106 - world of sorrowing ! There our tent shall be the willow, And thine arm shall be my pillow; Sounds and odours sorrowful Because they once were sweet, shall lull Us to slumber, deep and dull. Ha ! thy frozen pulses flutter With a love thou darest not utter. ***** Thou art murmuring, thou art weeping, Whilst my burning
Seite 20 - I have found my language misunderstood, like one in a distant and savage land. The more opportunities they have afforded me for experience, the wider has appeared the interval between us, and to a greater distance have the points of sympathy been withdrawn. " With a spirit ill fitted to sustain such
Seite 105 - Come, be happy!—sit near me: Sad as I may seem to thee, I am happier far than thou, Lady, whose imperial brow Is endiademed with woe. Misery! we have known each other, Like a sister and a brother Living in the same lone home, Many years—we must live some Years and ages yet to come.
Seite 42 - war. She must be the tame slave; she must make no reprisals : theirs is the right of persecution, hers the duty of endurance. She lives a life of infamy. The loud and bitter laugh of scorn scares her from all return. She dies of long and lingering disease; yet she is in fault. She is the
Seite 152 - It soon becomes a very small part of that profound and complicated sentiment which we call love, which is rather the universal thirst for a communion not merely of the senses, but of our whole nature, intellectual, imaginative, and sensitive, and which, when individualized,
Seite 108 - Clasp me till our hearts be grown Like two lovers into one ; Till this dreadful transport may Like a vapour fade away, In the sleep that lasts alway. We may dream, in that long sleep, That we are not those who weep ; E'en as Pleasure dreams of thee, Life-deserting Misery, Thou mayst dream of her with me.
Seite 76 - of a man of talent, who should die in his thirtieth year, is, with regard to his own feelings, longer than that of a miserable, priestridden slave, who dreams out a century of dulness. The one has perpetually cultivated his mental faculties — has rendered himself master of his
Seite 1 - Until there rose From the near school-room, voices that, alas ! Were but an echo from a world of woes, The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.
Seite 116 - THE MAGNETIC LADY TO HER PATIENT.* SLEEP on ! sleep on! forget thy pain : My hand is on thy brow, My spirit on thy brain ; My pity on thy heart, poor friend ; And from my fingers flow The powers of life, and like a sign, Seal thee from thine hour of woe ; And brood on thee, but may not blend With thine.