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... wild sixpenny romances of the time , full of ghosts , bandits , and enchantments ; and his curiosity in the wonders of science was awak- ened by a travelling lecturer , Adam Walker , who ex- hibited his Orrery at the school . He and ...
... wild sixpenny romances of the time , full of ghosts , bandits , and enchantments ; and his curiosity in the wonders of science was awak- ened by a travelling lecturer , Adam Walker , who ex- hibited his Orrery at the school . He and ...
Side xxx
... wild and rough . . . His features were not symmetrical ( the mouth perhaps excepted ) , yet was the effect of the whole extremely powerful . They breathed an anima- tion , a fire and enthusiasm , a vivid and preternatural intelligence ...
... wild and rough . . . His features were not symmetrical ( the mouth perhaps excepted ) , yet was the effect of the whole extremely powerful . They breathed an anima- tion , a fire and enthusiasm , a vivid and preternatural intelligence ...
Side lxiii
... wild spirits . He was always fond of amuse- ments of a childlike sort . Peacock thought that it was from him Shelley learned the sport of sailing paper - boats , happy if he could load them with pennies for the boys on the other side of ...
... wild spirits . He was always fond of amuse- ments of a childlike sort . Peacock thought that it was from him Shelley learned the sport of sailing paper - boats , happy if he could load them with pennies for the boys on the other side of ...
Side lxxix
... wild chorus . " It was among these villagers that Shelley's last offices of charity were done , as he visited them in their houses , and helped the sick and the poor as he was able . On May 12 arrived the boat which Shelley christened ...
... wild chorus . " It was among these villagers that Shelley's last offices of charity were done , as he visited them in their houses , and helped the sick and the poor as he was able . On May 12 arrived the boat which Shelley christened ...
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... wild and grand Astonishes , enraptures , elevates , When fancy at a glance combines The wondrous and the beautiful , So bright , so fair , so wild a shape Hath ever yet beheld , ― As that which reined the coursers of the air And poured ...
... wild and grand Astonishes , enraptures , elevates , When fancy at a glance combines The wondrous and the beautiful , So bright , so fair , so wild a shape Hath ever yet beheld , ― As that which reined the coursers of the air And poured ...
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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.