Hellas: A Lyrical DramaCharles and James Ollier, 1822 - 60 sider |
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Side 22
... Phantoms of the free , we come ! Armies of the Eternal , ye who strike To dust the citadels of sanguine kings , And shake the souls throned on their stony hearts , And thaw their frostwork diadems like dew ; — O ye who float around this ...
... Phantoms of the free , we come ! Armies of the Eternal , ye who strike To dust the citadels of sanguine kings , And shake the souls throned on their stony hearts , And thaw their frostwork diadems like dew ; — O ye who float around this ...
Side 30
... the mirror of the night . While yet The fight hung balanced , there arose a storm Which swept the phantoms from among the stars . At the third watch the spirit of the plague Was heard abroad flapping among the tents ; Those who 30 HELLAS .
... the mirror of the night . While yet The fight hung balanced , there arose a storm Which swept the phantoms from among the stars . At the third watch the spirit of the plague Was heard abroad flapping among the tents ; Those who 30 HELLAS .
Side 42
... called it from the uncreated deep , Yon cloud of war , with its tempestuous phantoms Of raging death ; and draw with mighty will The imperial shade hither . ( Exit AHASUERUS . MAHMUD . Approach ! PHANTOM . I come Thence whither 42 HELLAS .
... called it from the uncreated deep , Yon cloud of war , with its tempestuous phantoms Of raging death ; and draw with mighty will The imperial shade hither . ( Exit AHASUERUS . MAHMUD . Approach ! PHANTOM . I come Thence whither 42 HELLAS .
Side 43
A Lyrical Drama Percy Bysshe Shelley. MAHMUD . Approach ! PHANTOM . I come Thence whither thou must go ! The grave is fitter ... phantoms of the powers who rule thee now- Mutinous passions , and conflicting fears , And hopes that HELLAS . 43.
A Lyrical Drama Percy Bysshe Shelley. MAHMUD . Approach ! PHANTOM . I come Thence whither thou must go ! The grave is fitter ... phantoms of the powers who rule thee now- Mutinous passions , and conflicting fears , And hopes that HELLAS . 43.
Side 44
... PHANTOM . Ask the cold pale Hour , Rich in reversion of impending death , When he shall fall upon whose ripe grey hairs Sit Care , and Sorrow , and Infirmity- The weight which Crime , whose wings are plumed with 44 HELLAS .
... PHANTOM . Ask the cold pale Hour , Rich in reversion of impending death , When he shall fall upon whose ripe grey hairs Sit Care , and Sorrow , and Infirmity- The weight which Crime , whose wings are plumed with 44 HELLAS .
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AHASUERUS Anarchs Argos Athens Attica battle Beneath blood Bosphorus burst canst cast CHORUS Christian clime clouds Corinth Crete DAOOD dead death decay despair destroyer drama dream dust eagle earth earthquake empire faint faith fear fiery fire fled fleet foam folding star glorious glory gold grave Grecian Greek grow bolder HASSAN hear heart Heaven hoary hope hour immortal Indian interpreter of dreams Islam Islamite isles kill Let Freedom light live MESSENGER mighty moon morning mountains Nauplia night o'er ocean oppressors our's pale phantoms quench'd rebel ruin Russia sapphire Saturn and Love SECOND MESSENGER see'st SEMICHORUS 1st SEMICHORUS 2d shadows shakes shout shrieks Slavery slaves sleep smile soul spasm spirit splendour Stamboul storm Sublime Highness swift tears tempest Thebes thee thine Thou art thought thousand throne thunder torrent tremble Truth tyrant unborn veil'd Victory vultures wake WALLACHIA weak weave weep wind wings would'st wreck
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Side 12 - 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 52 - 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. A brighter Hellas rears its mountains From waves serener far ; A new Peneus rolls his fountains Against the morning-star. Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep.
Side 52 - 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. Oh, write no more the tale of Troy, If earth Death's scroll must be! Nor mix with Laian rage the joy Which dawns upon the free: Although a subtler Sphinx renew Riddles of death Thebes never knew.
Side 51 - Through the sunset of hope, Like the shapes of a dream, What Paradise islands of glory gleam Beneath Heaven's cope. Their shadows more clear float by — The sound of their oceans, the light of their sky, The music and fragrance their solitudes breathe, Burst like morning on...
Side 13 - 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 blood-hounds mild and tame, Nor preyed until their lord had taken flight. The moon of Mahomet Arose, and it shall set : While blazoned as on heaven's immortal noon The cross leads generations on.
Side 52 - Nor mix with Laian rage the joy Which dawns upon the free: Although a subtler Sphinx renew Riddles of death Thebes never knew. Another Athens shall arise, And to remoter time Bequeath, like sunset to the skies, The splendour of its prime; And leave, if nought so bright may live, All earth can take or Heaven can give.
Side 38 - 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...
Side 14 - 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 folding star of Bethlehem : Apollo, Pan, and Love, And even Olympian Jove Grew weak, for killing Truth had glared on them. Our hills, and seas, and streams, Dispeopled of their dreams, Their waters turned to blood, their dew to tears, Wailed for the golden years.