The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, 第 1 卷Reeves and Turner, 1876 |
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第 xviii 頁
... sufficient to say here , once for all , that the accents have been supplied wherever there was no doubt that the final syllable was meant to be separately sounded . As This is almost always decided beyond a doubt by xviii EDITOR'S PREFACE .
... sufficient to say here , once for all , that the accents have been supplied wherever there was no doubt that the final syllable was meant to be separately sounded . As This is almost always decided beyond a doubt by xviii EDITOR'S PREFACE .
第 xxiii 頁
... once eminently characteristic and peculiar , and generally adequate and accurate from the poet's own point of view . This is still more noteworthy , inasmuch as Shelley wrote the poem out with his own hand twice at least , in ink . One ...
... once eminently characteristic and peculiar , and generally adequate and accurate from the poet's own point of view . This is still more noteworthy , inasmuch as Shelley wrote the poem out with his own hand twice at least , in ink . One ...
第 xxiv 頁
... once as they came burning upon him ; and they were never meant for any one's guidance but his own . It was a need inherent in the fiery exaltation of his lyric mood that the result should be set down at once ; and , for mere temporary ...
... once as they came burning upon him ; and they were never meant for any one's guidance but his own . It was a need inherent in the fiery exaltation of his lyric mood that the result should be set down at once ; and , for mere temporary ...
第 xxvii 頁
... Once engrossed with a great poetical conception , all his powers were kindled to a pitch of the highest intensity , and amidst the crowding realities of imagination the whole world of sense grew pale and dim , and everything around ...
... Once engrossed with a great poetical conception , all his powers were kindled to a pitch of the highest intensity , and amidst the crowding realities of imagination the whole world of sense grew pale and dim , and everything around ...
第 xxviii 頁
... once fairly finished he busied himself to get the new creation of his brain printed as soon as possible . His eagerness to publish and the reason he gives for it are highly interesting and characteristic . If you ask me , ' he says ...
... once fairly finished he busied himself to get the new creation of his brain printed as soon as possible . His eagerness to publish and the reason he gives for it are highly interesting and characteristic . If you ask me , ' he says ...
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第 348 頁 - Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, where art thou gone ? Why dost thou pass away and leave our state, This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate...
第 352 頁 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed : And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
第 350 頁 - Of life, at that sweet time when winds are wooing All vital things that wake to bring News of birds and blossoming, Sudden, thy shadow fell on me ; I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy ! I vowed that I would dedicate my powers To thee and thine : have I not kept the vow...
第 83 頁 - Without reproach or check." I then controlled My tears, my heart grew calm, and I was meek and bold. And from that hour did I with earnest thought Heap knowledge from forbidden mines of lore, Yet nothing that my tyrants knew or taught I cared to learn, but from that secret store Wrought linked armour for my soul, before It might walk forth to war among mankind...
第 352 頁 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read...
第 160 頁 - But on her forehead and within her eye Lay beauty, which makes hearts that feed thereon Sick with excess of sweetness; — on the throne She leaned. The King, with gathered brow and lips Wreathed by long scorn, did inly sneer and frown With hue like that when some great painter dips His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse.
第 345 頁 - mid lawny hills Which the wild sea-murmur fills, And soft sunshine, and the sound Of old forests echoing round, And the light and smell divine Of all flowers that breathe and shine.
第 348 頁 - Frail spells, whose uttered charm might not avail to sever, From all we hear and all we see, Doubt, chance, and mutability.
第 12 頁 - By solemn vision and bright silver dream His infancy was nurtured. Every sight And sound from the vast earth and ambient air Sent to his heart its choicest impulses. The fountains of divine philosophy Fled not his thirsting lips : and all of great Or good or lovely which the sacred past In truth or fable consecrates he felt And knew.
第 16 頁 - Whither have fled The hues of heaven that canopied his bower Of yesternight ? the sounds that soothed his sleep, The mystery and the majesty of earth, The joy, the exultation? His wan eyes Gaze on the empty scene as vacantly As ocean's moon looks on the moon in heaven.