Proserpine & Midas: Two Unpublished Mythological DramasHumphrey Milford, 1922 - 89 páginas |
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Proserpine & Midas: Two Unpublished Mythological Dramas Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Vista completa - 1922 |
Proserpine & Midas: Two Unpublished Mythological Dramas Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Vista completa - 1922 |
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Términos y frases comunes
ancient Apollo Areth Arethusa Asph Asphalion asses Bacchus beauty beneath blooming Bodleian Bodleian Library bright cave Ceres child classical clouds crown dare death deep dread droop ears Enna Enna's Enter Midas Etna Eunoe Exit fair Farewel fate Fauns fear flowers Frankenstein Garnett Gods gold golden Greeks green earth grief hate heaven Hell Hesiod hide immortal Iris Jews Jove Jove's king Lacon leave light literary Look lost Mary Mary Shelley Medwin Mother mountain mythological dramas mythology Naiad night nymphs o'er Pactolus palace Percy Bysshe Shelley Phoebus Phrygian plain Poems poetical poets Polytheism poor Prometheus Pros Queen Reeds revelation Romantic Romanticism Shelley Shelley's lyrics silent Silenus sings slaves sleep song strayed stream sunbright sweet pipings tale Tartarus tears tell thee thine thou Tmolus touch tread Valperga wandered waves wind wood wretched yellow Zopyr Zopyrion
Pasajes populares
Página 10 - ARETHUSA arose From her couch of snows In the Acroceraunian mountains, — From cloud and from crag, With many a jag, Shepherding her bright fountains. She leapt down the rocks, With her rainbow locks Streaming among the streams; — Her steps paved with green The downward ravine Which slopes to the western gleams: And gliding and springing She went, ever singing, In murmurs as soft as sleep; The earth seemed to love her, And Heaven smiled above her, As she lingered towards the deep.
Página 53 - FROM the forests and highlands We come, we come ; From the river-girt islands, Where loud waves are dumb Listening to my sweet pipings. The wind in the reeds and the rushes, The bees on the bells of thyme, The birds on the myrtle bushes, The cicale above in the lime, And the lizards below in the grass, Were as silent as ever old Tmolus* was, Listening to my sweet pipings.
Página 12 - Oh, save me ! Oh, guide me ! And bid the deep hide me, For he grasps me now by the hair ! " The loud ocean heard, To its blue depth stirred, And divided at her prayer ; And under the water The Earth's white daughter Fled like a sunny beam, Behind her descended, Her billows unblended With the brackish...
Página 18 - SACRED Goddess, Mother Earth, Thou from whose immortal bosom Gods, and men, and beasts have birth, Leaf and blade, and bud and blossom, Breathe thine influence most divine On thine own child, Proserpine. If with mists of evening dew Thou dost nourish these young flowers Till they grow, in scent and hue, Fairest children of the hours, Breathe thine influence most divine On thine own child, Proserpine.
Página 54 - Nymphs of the woods and waves, To the edge of the moist river-lawns, And the brink of the dewy caves, And all that did then attend and follow Were silent with love, as you now, Apollo, With envy of my sweet pipings. I sang of the dancing stars, I sang of the daedal Earth, And of Heaven, and the giant wars, And Love, and Death, and Birth...
Página 51 - The sunbeams are my shafts, with which I kill Deceit, that loves the night and fears the day; All men who do or even imagine ill Fly me, and from the glory of my ray Good minds and open actions take new might. Until diminished by the reign of night.
Página 15 - Dorian home. And now from their fountains In Enna's mountains, Down one vale where the morning basks, Like friends once parted Grown single-hearted, They ply their watery tasks. At sunrise they leap From their cradles steep In the cave of the shelving hill ; At noontide they flow Through the woods below And the meadows of Asphodel ; And at night they sleep In the rocking deep Beneath the Ortygian shore ; Like spirits that lie In the azure sky When they love but live no more.
Página ix - I never shall recover that blow ; I feel it more now than at Rome ; the thought never leaves me for a single moment ; everything on earth has lost its interest to me.
Página 52 - I stand at noon upon the peak of Heaven, Then with unwilling steps I wander down Into the clouds of the Atlantic even; For grief that I depart they weep and frown: What look is more delightful than the smile With which I soothe them from the western isle?
Página xii - Bright lady, who, if looks had ever power To bear true witness of the heart within, Dost bask under the beams of love, come lower Towards this bank.
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Keats, Shelley, Byron, Hunt, and Their Circles: A Bibliography, July 1, 1962 ... Robert A. Hartley Sin vista previa disponible - 1978 |
Misanthropoedics: Social Flight and Literary Form in Early Modern England Robert Farquhar Darcy Vista de fragmentos - 2003 |