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Side xxiii
... death , his limbs quiver . ' 999 Shelley , however , though private , was not a recluse . He took part in the school life on its public side as well as in his studies . He boated , marched in the Montem procession as pole - bearer or ...
... death , his limbs quiver . ' 999 Shelley , however , though private , was not a recluse . He took part in the school life on its public side as well as in his studies . He boated , marched in the Montem procession as pole - bearer or ...
Side lvi
... death's eternal sleep . ' ” Mary appears to have been determined at last by fears for Shelley's life , and on July 28 she left Eng- land with him . common - 99 It is unfortunately necessary to notice another ele- ment in the situation ...
... death's eternal sleep . ' ” Mary appears to have been determined at last by fears for Shelley's life , and on July 28 she left Eng- land with him . common - 99 It is unfortunately necessary to notice another ele- ment in the situation ...
Side lvii
... death , to repeat the same in his pres- ence that you accuse me wrongfully . I am innocent of ill , either done or intended . The consequence you allude to flowed in no respect from me . " At the time of the event itself , it was not ...
... death , to repeat the same in his pres- ence that you accuse me wrongfully . I am innocent of ill , either done or intended . The consequence you allude to flowed in no respect from me . " At the time of the event itself , it was not ...
Side lix
... death . She was 99 in lodgings , however , in that month , and did not re- turn to them after November 9. On December 10 her body was found in the Serpentine River . Of the two suicides , he said that he felt that of Fanny most acutely ...
... death . She was 99 in lodgings , however , in that month , and did not re- turn to them after November 9. On December 10 her body was found in the Serpentine River . Of the two suicides , he said that he felt that of Fanny most acutely ...
Side lxiii
... death willed it , so that it is now among the few personal relics of the poet . At Marlow , too , he visited the poor in their homes , as his custom was , helping and advising . His house there was a large one with many rooms , and ...
... death willed it , so that it is now among the few personal relics of the poet . At Marlow , too , he visited the poor in their homes , as his custom was , helping and advising . His house there was a large one with many rooms , and ...
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Ahasuerus Alastor amid atheist beams beautiful beneath blood boat bosom breath bright calm child clouds Cythna dark death deep desolate disease Dowden dread dream earth eternal Eton evil eyes fair falsehood fear feel fire flame fled Forman frame friends gaze grave happy Harriet heard heart Heaven Hogg hope Horace Smith human Ianthe Laon light lips living lone looks Lucretius madness mankind mighty mind misery moon moral morning mountains nature Necessity of Atheism night o'er Ocean Ollier pale passed passion pause peace Percy Bysshe Shelley Pisa poem poison Queen Mab Revolt of Islam Rossetti conj ruin sate shade shadow shape Shelley Shelley's shone silence slavery slaves sleep smile soul spirit Spirit of Solitude stars stood strange stream sweet swift sympathy tears thee thine thou thought throne tion Trelawny truth tyrants voice wandering waves whilst wild wind youth καὶ
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Side 94 - Gaze on the empty scene as vacantly As ocean's moon looks on the moon in heaven. The spirit of sweet human love has sent A vision to the sleep of him who spurned Her choicest gifts.
Side 128 - Thoughts of great deeds were mine, dear Friend, when first The clouds which wrap this world from youth did pass. I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep. A fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why ; until there rose From the near school-room voices that, alas ! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.
Side 94 - His brain even like despair. While day-light held The sky, the Poet kept mute conference With his still soul. At night the passion came, Like the fierce fiend of a distempered dream, And shook him from his rest, and led him forth Into the darkness.
Side 87 - If spring's voluptuous pantings when she breathes Her first sweet kisses, have been dear to me ; If no bright bird, insect, or gentle beast I consciously have injured, but still loved And cherished these my kindred...
Side 131 - They say that thou wert, lovely from thy birth, Of glorious parents thou aspiring Child : I wonder not, for One then left this earth Whose life was like a setting planet mild, Which clothed thee in the radiance undefiled Of its departing glory ; still her fame Shines on thee, through the tempests dark and wild Which shake these latter days ; and thou canst claim The shelter, from thy Sire, of an immortal name.
Side 98 - With fierce gusts and precipitating force, Through the white ridges of the chafed sea. The waves arose. Higher and higher still Their fierce necks writhed beneath the tempest's scourge Like serpents struggling in a vulture's grasp.
Side 128 - And then I clasped my hands and looked around, But none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which poured their warm drops on the sunny ground — So without shame I spake : — "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 tyrannize Without reproach or check.
Side 95 - And shook him from his rest, and led him forth Into the darkness. — As an eagle grasped In folds of the green serpent, feels her breast Burn with the poison, and precipitates Through night and day, tempest, and calm and cloud, Frantic with dizzying anguish, her blind flight O'er the wide aery wilderness...
Side 287 - Wind-winged emblem ! brightest, best and fairest ! Whence comest thou, when, with dark Winter's sadness The tears that fade in sunny smiles thou sharest ? Sister of joy, thou art the child who wearest Thy mother's dying smile, tender and sweet ; Thy mother Autumn, for whose grave thou bearest Fresh flowers, and beams like flowers, with gentle feet, Disturbing not the leaves which are her winding-sheet.
Side lxxvi - I was silent from astonishment: was it possible this mildlooking, beardless boy, could be the veritable monster at war with all the world ?—excommunicated by the Fathers of the Church, deprived of his civil rights by the fiat of a grim Lord Chancellor, discarded by every member of his family, and denounced by the rival sages of our literature as the founder of a Satanic school 1 I could not believe it; it must be a hoax.