The Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volum 4Virtue, 1905 |
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Side xii
... true : thus under a thin veil converting names and actions of the sixteenth century into cold impersonations of my own mind . They are represented as Catholics , and as Catholics deeply tinged with religion . To a Protestant ...
... true : thus under a thin veil converting names and actions of the sixteenth century into cold impersonations of my own mind . They are represented as Catholics , and as Catholics deeply tinged with religion . To a Protestant ...
Side xv
... true sympathy we must use the familiar language of men , and that our great ancestors , the ancient English poets , are the writers , a study of whom might incite us to do that for our own age which they have done for theirs . But it ...
... true sympathy we must use the familiar language of men , and that our great ancestors , the ancient English poets , are the writers , a study of whom might incite us to do that for our own age which they have done for theirs . But it ...
Side 9
... True , I was happier than I am , while yet Manhood remained to act the thing I thought ; While lust was sweeter than revenge ; and now Invention palls : Ay , we must all grow old — And but that there yet remains a deed to act Whose ...
... True , I was happier than I am , while yet Manhood remained to act the thing I thought ; While lust was sweeter than revenge ; and now Invention palls : Ay , we must all grow old — And but that there yet remains a deed to act Whose ...
Side 14
... true suspicion seem your wrong . Ah , no ! forgive me ; sorrow makes me seem Sterner than else my nature might have been ; I have a weight of melancholy thoughts , And they forbode , - but what can they forbode 14 The Cenci.
... true suspicion seem your wrong . Ah , no ! forgive me ; sorrow makes me seem Sterner than else my nature might have been ; I have a weight of melancholy thoughts , And they forbode , - but what can they forbode 14 The Cenci.
Side 21
... true ! - Dear lady , pray look up Had it been true , there is a God in Heaven , He would not live to boast of such a boon . Unnatural man , thou knowest that it is false . CENCI Ay , as the word of God ; whom 21 The Cenci.
... true ! - Dear lady , pray look up Had it been true , there is a God in Heaven , He would not live to boast of such a boon . Unnatural man , thou knowest that it is false . CENCI Ay , as the word of God ; whom 21 The Cenci.
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ANDREA art thou BERNARDO blood blood and gold BOAR calm CAMILLO Cenci Palace child cold Colonna Palace confess corpse Count Cenci crime curse damned dare dark dead dear death deed Devil dread dream dull earth Enter BEATRICE Enter LUCRETIA Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell father fear gentle GIACOMO grave groan Grosvenor Square guilty hair hate heard heart Heaven Hell hope innocent Iona JUDGE kill knew Lady Leigh Hunt live look Lord MAMMON MARZIO measured words mind MINOTAUR mother murdered never night o'er OLIMPIO ORSINO pale parricide Peter Bell Petrella pigs pity Pope pray prison PURGANAX Rome Salamanca SAVELLA SCENE SEMICHORUS Shelley sister sleep smile soul speak spirit strange styes suffer sweet SWELLFOOT swine talk tears Thebes thee thine things Thou art thought thro tortures trample trepanning truth twere tyrant weep whilst wind words wretched wrong
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Side 392 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks...
Side 188 - I met Murder on the way — He had a mask like Castlereagh — Very smooth he looked, yet grim; Seven blood-hounds followed him: All were fat; and well they might Be in admirable plight, For one by one, and two by two, He tossed them human hearts to chew Which from his wide cloak he drew.
Side 309 - Then by strange art she kneaded fire and snow Together, tempering the repugnant mass With liquid love — all things together grow Through which the harmony of love can pass ; And a fair Shape out of her hands did flow A living Image, which did far surpass In beauty that bright shape of vital stone Which drew the heart out of Pygmalion.
Side vi - ... showed itself towards one daughter under the form of an incestuous passion, aggravated by every circumstance of cruelty and violence. This daughter, after long and vain attempts to escape from what she considered a perpetual contamination both of body and mind, at length plotted with her mother-in-law and brother to murder their common tyrant.
Side vii - Such a story, if told so as to present to the reader all the feelings of those who once acted it — their hopes and fears, their confidences and misgivings, their various interests, passions, and opinions, acting upon and with each other, yet all conspiring to one tremendous end — would be as a light to make apparent some of the most dark and secret caverns of the human heart.
Side 6 - It is a public matter, and I care not If I discuss it with you. I may speak Alike to you and my own conscious heart ; For...
Side 58 - I hide them not. What are the words which you would have me speak? I, who can feign no image in my mind Of that which has transformed me: I, whose thought Is like a ghost shrouded and folded up In its own formless horror: of all words, That minister to mortal intercourse, Which woulclst thou hear?
Side 53 - And standing calm and motionless, whilst I Slide giddily as the world reels. . . . My God ! The beautiful blue heaven is flecked with blood ! The sunshine on the floor is black!
Side 69 - And winds with short turns down the precipice. And in its depth there is a mighty rock, Which has, from unimaginable years, Sustained itself with terror and with toil Over a gulf, and with the agony With which it clings seems slowly coming down ; Even as a wretched soul hour after hour Clings to the mass of life ; yet, clinging, leans ; And, leaning, makes more dark the dread abyss In which it fears to fall.
Side 98 - I do not feel as if I were a man, But like a fiend appointed to chastise The offences of some unremembered world. My blood is running up and down my veins; A fearful pleasure makes it prick and tingle: I feel a giddy sickness of strange awe; My heart is beating with an expectation Of horrid joy.