Hellas, a lyrical dramaLondon, 1822 |
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Side 16
... shadows and the dreams.1 France , with all her sanguine steams , Hid , but quenched it not ; again Through clouds its shafts of glory rain From utmost Germany to Spain . As an eagle fed with morning Scorns the embattled tempest's 2 ...
... shadows and the dreams.1 France , with all her sanguine steams , Hid , but quenched it not ; again Through clouds its shafts of glory rain From utmost Germany to Spain . As an eagle fed with morning Scorns the embattled tempest's 2 ...
Side 18
... shadows On those who watch and who must rule their course , 1 Lest they , being first in peril as in glory , 126 Be whelmed in the fierce ebb : -and these are of them . Thrice has a gloomy vision hunted me As thus from sleep into the ...
... shadows On those who watch and who must rule their course , 1 Lest they , being first in peril as in glory , 126 Be whelmed in the fierce ebb : -and these are of them . Thrice has a gloomy vision hunted me As thus from sleep into the ...
Side 20
... shadow Of his gilt prow within the sapphire water , Then must the lonely helmsman cry aloud Ahasuerus ! and the caverns round Will answer Ahasuerus ! If his prayer Be granted , a faint meteor will arise Lighting him over Marmora , and a ...
... shadow Of his gilt prow within the sapphire water , Then must the lonely helmsman cry aloud Ahasuerus ! and the caverns round Will answer Ahasuerus ! If his prayer Be granted , a faint meteor will arise Lighting him over Marmora , and a ...
Side 26
... shadows of the clouds , Over the hills of Anatolia , Swift in wide troops the Tartar chivalry Sweep ; the far flashing of their starry lances Reverberates the dying light of day . We have one God , one King , one Hope , one Law ; But ...
... shadows of the clouds , Over the hills of Anatolia , Swift in wide troops the Tartar chivalry Sweep ; the far flashing of their starry lances Reverberates the dying light of day . We have one God , one King , one Hope , one Law ; But ...
Side 34
... shadows of our sails blood - red , 505 And every countenance blank . Some ships lay feeding The ravening fire , even to the water's level ; Some were blown up ; some , settling heavily , Sunk ; and the shrieks of our companions died ...
... shadows of our sails blood - red , 505 And every countenance blank . Some ships lay feeding The ravening fire , even to the water's level ; Some were blown up ; some , settling heavily , Sunk ; and the shrieks of our companions died ...
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1839 and onwards AHASUERUS Anarchs apprehend Beneath blazoned blood Bosphorus bright burst CHORUS Chorus line Christian clouds comma DAOOD dead DEATH OF NAPOLEON despair DORSET STREET drama dream dust earth earthquake edition we read editions of 1839 empire end of line exclama faint faith fear fiery fled fleet foam folding star full-stop Gisborne glory gold grave Grecian Greece Greek HASSAN hear heart Heaven Hellas hope hour immortal isles kill leave light live LYRICAL MAHMUD MESSENGER misprint mistakes moon mountains Nauplia night o'er oblivion ocean omitted oppressors pale phantoms Pisa poem poet rebel Rossetti ruin Saturn and Love SECOND MESSENGER SEMICHORUS SEMICHORUS II shadows Shel Shelley substitutes Shelley's edition Shelley's first edition Shelley's note shout shrieks slaves sleep spirit splendour storm Sublime tears tempest thee thine Thou art thought thousand thunder tion tremble tyrant Victory Voice wake WALLACHIA weak weep wind word wreck
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Side 9 - The human form and the human mind attained to a perfection in Greece which has impressed its image on those faultless productions, whose very fragments are the despair of modern art, and has propagated impulses which cannot cease, through a thousand channels of manifest or imperceptible operation, to ennoble and delight mankind until the extinction of the race.
Side 22 - A power from the unknown God; A Promethean conqueror came ; Like a triumphal path he trod The thorns of death and shame. A mortal shape to him Was like the vapour dim Which the orient planet animates with light; Hell, Sin, and Slavery came, Like bloodhounds mild and tame, Nor preyed until their lord had taken flight.
Side 59 - Oh, cease ! must hate and death return ? Cease! must men kill and die? Cease! drain not to its dregs the urn Of bitter prophecy. The world is weary of the past, Oh, might it die or rest at last ! NOTES 'The quenchless ashes of Milan
Side 58 - Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep. A loftier Argo cleaves the main, Fraught with a later prize; Another Orpheus sings again, And loves, and weeps, and dies. A new Ulysses leaves once more Calypso for his native shore.
Side 58 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn : Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Side 46 - Atlantic clouds — this Whole Of suns and worlds and men and beasts and flowers. With all the silent or tempestuous workings By which they have been, are, or cease to be, Is but a vision; — all that it inherits Are motes of a sick eye, bubbles and dreams: Thought is its cradle and its grave; nor less The future and the past are idle shadows Of thought's eternal flight — they have no being; Nought is but that which feels itself to be.
Side 21 - Worlds on worlds are rolling ever From creation to decay, Like the bubbles on a river Sparkling, bursting, borne away. But they are still immortal Who, through birth's orient portal And death's dark chasm hurrying to and fro. Clothe their unceasing flight In the brief dust and light Gathered around their chariots as they go...
Side 22 - Swift as the radiant shapes of sleep From one whose dreams are Paradise Fly, when the fond wretch wakes to weep, And day peers forth with her blank eyes; So fleet, so faint, so fair, The Powers of earth and air Fled from the...
Side 60 - The popular notions of Christianity are represented in this chorus as true in their relation to the worship they superseded, and that which in all probability they will supersede, without considering their merits in a relation more universal.
Side 7 - THE poem of Hellas, written at the suggestion of the events of the moment, is a mere improvise, and derives its interest (should it be found to possess any) solely from the intense sympathy which the Author feels with the cause he would celebrate.