Prometheus Unbound: A Lyrical Drama in Four ActsC. Winter, 1908 - 132 |
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Strona 19
... of whirlwinds The Ravine is split , & the Phantasm of Jupiter rises , surrounded by heavy clouds which dart forth lightning B. ] 223 crossed over ' B. ― B. Near whom , for our sweet sister's sake , 2 * ACT 1. ] 19 PROMETHEUS UNBOUND .
... of whirlwinds The Ravine is split , & the Phantasm of Jupiter rises , surrounded by heavy clouds which dart forth lightning B. ] 223 crossed over ' B. ― B. Near whom , for our sweet sister's sake , 2 * ACT 1. ] 19 PROMETHEUS UNBOUND .
Strona 20
... sweet sister's sake , Ever thus we watch and wake . PANTHEA . The sound is of whirlwind underground , Earthquake , and fire , and mountains cloven ; The shape is awful like the sound , Clothed in dark purple , star - inwoven . A sceptre ...
... sweet sister's sake , Ever thus we watch and wake . PANTHEA . The sound is of whirlwind underground , Earthquake , and fire , and mountains cloven ; The shape is awful like the sound , Clothed in dark purple , star - inwoven . A sceptre ...
Strona 42
... sweet , sad voices ! ' tis despair Mingled with love and then dissolved in sound . PANTHEA . Canst thou speak , sister ? all my words are drowned . IONE . Their beauty gives me voice . See how they float On their sustaining wings of ...
... sweet , sad voices ! ' tis despair Mingled with love and then dissolved in sound . PANTHEA . Canst thou speak , sister ? all my words are drowned . IONE . Their beauty gives me voice . See how they float On their sustaining wings of ...
Strona 45
... sweet airs and sounds , which flow Among the woods and waters , from the ether Of her transforming presence , which would fade If it were mingled not with thine . Farewell ! END OF THE FIRST ACT . 815 820 825 830 825 looks white 1820 ...
... sweet airs and sounds , which flow Among the woods and waters , from the ether Of her transforming presence , which would fade If it were mingled not with thine . Farewell ! END OF THE FIRST ACT . 815 820 825 830 825 looks white 1820 ...
Strona 46
... sweet ; Like genius , or like joy which riseth up As from the earth , clothing with golden clouds The desart of our life . . . This is the season , this the day , the hour ; At sunrise thou shouldst come , sweet sister mine , Too long ...
... sweet ; Like genius , or like joy which riseth up As from the earth , clothing with golden clouds The desart of our life . . . This is the season , this the day , the hour ; At sunrise thou shouldst come , sweet sister mine , Too long ...
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Strona 72 - Through the clouds ere they divide them ; And this atmosphere divinest Shrouds thee wheresoe'er thou shinest. Fair are others; none beholds thee, But thy voice sounds low and tender Like the fairest, for it folds thee From the sight, that liquid splendour, And all feel, yet see thee never...
Strona 99 - The powers that quell Death, Wherever we soar shall assemble beneath. And our singing shall build In the void's loose field A world for the Spirit of Wisdom to wield; We will take our plan From the new world of man, And our work shall be called the Promethean.
Strona 12 - I ask yon Heaven, the all-beholding Sun, Has it not seen? The Sea, in storm or calm, Heaven's ever-changing Shadow, spread below, Have its deaf waves not heard my agony? Ah me! alas, pain, pain ever, for ever!
Strona 50 - Of that they would express : what canst thou see But thine own fairest shadow imaged there ? ASIA. Thine eyes are like the deep, blue, boundless heaven Contracted to two circles underneath Their long fine lashes ; dark, far, measureless, Orb within orb, and line thro
Strona xlvii - Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age.
Strona 56 - And first there comes a gentle sound To those in talk or slumber bound, And wakes the destined. Soft emotion Attracts, impels them : those who saw Say from the breathing earth behind There steams a plume-uplifting wind Which drives them on their path, while they Believe their own swift wings and feet The sweet desires within obey...
Strona xlvii - But it is a mistake to suppose that I dedicate my poetical compositions solely to the direct enforcement of reform, or that I consider them in any degree as containing a reasoned system on the theory of human life. Didactic poetry is my abhorrence; nothing can be equally well expressed in prose that is not tedious and supererogatory in verse.
Strona 109 - His will, with all mean passions, bad delights, And selfish cares, its trembling satellites, A spirit ill to guide, but mighty to obey, Is as a tempest-winged ship, whose helm Love rules, through waves which dare not overwhelm, Forcing life's wildest shores to own its sovereign sway.
Strona 38 - Nor would I seek it: for, though dread revenge, This is defeat, fierce king, not victory. The sights with which thou torturest gird my soul With new endurance, till the hour arrives When they shall be no types of things which are.
Strona 69 - On the brink of the night and the morning My coursers are wont to respire, But the earth has just whispered a warning That their flight must be swifter than fire . . . of Prometheus Unbound, how salutary, how very salutary, to place this from Tarn Glen: My minnie does constantly deave me And bids me beware o' young men; They flatter, she says, to deceive me; But wha can think sae o