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User Review - the.ken.petersen - LibraryThingIf ever you feel the need of proof that we are a barbarian race, look no further than my purchase of this little book. Produced in 1902, this lovely edition of Percy Bysshe Shelley's Adonais, bearing ... Read full review
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User Review - hbergander - LibraryThingAs a boy, I had problems learning to swim. Shelley drowned, because he could not swim, just thirty years old, when at the Ligurian Sea in a thunderstorm his boat sunk. Hearing this from my English ... Read full review
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Adonais appears Author beautiful Bion body Book Byron clear covers criticism Crown 8vo dark dead death died Dreams earth Echo Editor Elegy Endymion English Eternal existence expression eyes fact feeling flowers follows Greek grief hands heart hope Hunt Hyperion instance Introduction and Notes Italy John Keats Keats's language Latin less letter light living London M.A. Extra fcap means mind mortal Moschus Mountain mourning Nature never passage perhaps persons phrase poem poet poetical poetry present PRESS probably published Quarterly Review reader reason received reference regarded relation remain Rome Schools Second Edition seems Selections sense Shelley Shelley's sleep song sorrow soul spirit Splendour Spring Stanza suppose tears term thee things thou thought true universe Urania volume W. W. SKEAT weep whole writing written wrote young youth
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Page 85 - Thou canst not soar where he is sitting now. Dust to the dust ! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal, which must glow Through time and change, unquenchably the same, Whilst thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame. XXXIX Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life...
Page 89 - Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
Page 42 - Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in...
Page 76 - twas her own ; as with no stain She faded, like a cloud which had outwept its rain.
Page 86 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn.
Page 90 - A light is past from the revolving year, And man, and woman; and what still is dear Attracts to crush, repels to make thee wither. The soft sky smiles, — the low wind whispers near; 'Tis Adonais calls! oh, hasten thither, No more let Life divide what Death can join together.
Page 86 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life. 'Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings. We decay Like corpses in a charnel ; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.
Page 74 - In which suns perished; others more sublime, Struck by the envious wrath of man or god, Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime; And some yet live, treading the thorny road, Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode But now, thy youngest, dearest one, has perished — The nursling of thy widowhood, who grew, Like a pale flower by some sad maiden cherished, And fed with true-love tears, instead of dew; Most musical of mourners, weep anew!
Page 82 - Why didst thou leave the trodden paths of men Too soon, and with weak hands though mighty heart Dare the unpastured dragon in his den?
Page 88 - And many more, whose names on earth are dark, But whose transmitted effluence cannot die So long as fire outlives the parent spark, Rose, robed in dazzling immortality. ' ' Thou art become as one of us...