A Study of Shelley's Drama The Cenci

Columbia University Press, 1908 - 103 sider
A critical examination of Percy Shelley's drama, The Cenci, inspired by an Italian family. Looks at the history, dramatic structure, characterization, and style of Shelley's verses.

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Side 79 - Even tho' dead, Does not his spirit live in all that breathe, And work for me and mine still the same ruin, Scorn, pain, despair ? Who ever yet returned To teach the laws of death's untrodden realm ? Unjust perhaps as those which drive us now, Oh, whither, whither ? LUCRETIA.
Side 5 - How comes this hair undone? Its wandering strings must be what blind me so, And yet I tied it fast.
Side 8 - There is only one part of it I am judge of — the poetry and dramatic effect, which by many spirits nowadays is considered the Mammon. A modern work, it is said, must have a purpose, which may be the God. An artist must serve Mammon; he must have "self -concentration
Side 80 - Oh, horrible ! The pavement sinks under my feet ! The walls Spin round ! I see a woman weeping there, 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 13 - I have avoided with great care in writing this play the introduction of what is commonly called mere poetry, and I imagine there will scarcely be found a detached simile or a single isolated description...
Side 55 - The King, the wearer of a gilded chain That binds his soul to abjectness, the fool Whom courtiers nickname monarch, whilst a slave Even to the basest appetites...
Side 71 - I entirely agree with those modern critics who assert, that in order to move men to true sympathy we must use the familiar language of men...
Side 49 - Pah! I am choked! There creeps A clinging, black, contaminating mist About me ... 'tis substantial, heavy, thick, I cannot pluck it from me, for it glues My fingers and my limbs to one another, And eats into my sinews, and dissolves My flesh to a pollution, poisoning The subtle, pure, and inmost spirit of life!

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