Prometheus Unbound: A Lyrical Drama in Four ActsC. Winter, 1908 - 132 |
Z wnętrza książki
Wyniki 1 - 5 z 31
Strona 16
... thou art moving near And love . How cursed I him ? THE EARTH . 135 How canst thou hear , Who knowest not the language of the dead ? PROMETHEUS . Thou art a living spirit ; speak as they . THE EARTH . I dare not speak like life , lest ...
... thou art moving near And love . How cursed I him ? THE EARTH . 135 How canst thou hear , Who knowest not the language of the dead ? PROMETHEUS . Thou art a living spirit ; speak as they . THE EARTH . I dare not speak like life , lest ...
Strona 17
... art immortal , and this tongue is known Only to those who die . PROMETHEUS . O melancholy Voice ? And what art thou ... thou didst from her bosom , like a beam From sunrise , leap ; a spirit of keen joy ! And at thy voice her pining sons ...
... art immortal , and this tongue is known Only to those who die . PROMETHEUS . O melancholy Voice ? And what art thou ... thou didst from her bosom , like a beam From sunrise , leap ; a spirit of keen joy ! And at thy voice her pining sons ...
Strona 18
... Thy curse , the which , if thou rememberest not , Yet my innumerable seas and streams ... thou beholdest ; but the other Is underneath the grave , where do inhabit ... art , and dost hang , a writhing shade , 190 195 200 ' Mid whirlwind ...
... Thy curse , the which , if thou rememberest not , Yet my innumerable seas and streams ... thou beholdest ; but the other Is underneath the grave , where do inhabit ... art , and dost hang , a writhing shade , 190 195 200 ' Mid whirlwind ...
Strona 20
... art thou ? PROMETHEUS . Tremendous Image ! as thou art must be He whom thou shadowest forth . I am his foe , The Titan . Speak the words which I would hear , Although no thought inform thine empty voice . THE EARTH . Listen ! And though ...
... art thou ? PROMETHEUS . Tremendous Image ! as thou art must be He whom thou shadowest forth . I am his foe , The Titan . Speak the words which I would hear , Although no thought inform thine empty voice . THE EARTH . Listen ! And though ...
Strona 21
... thy worst . Thou art omnipotent . 255 260 The 1 O'er all things but thyself I gave thee power , And my own will . Be thy swift mischiefs sent To blast mankind , from yon ethereal tower . Let thy malignant spirit move Its darkness over ...
... thy worst . Thou art omnipotent . 255 260 The 1 O'er all things but thyself I gave thee power , And my own will . Be thy swift mischiefs sent To blast mankind , from yon ethereal tower . Let thy malignant spirit move Its darkness over ...
Inne wydania - Wyświetl wszystko
Kluczowe wyrazy i wyrażenia
Aesch Aeschylos ASIA Ausgabe Ausgaben azure beautiful Behold bemerkt beneath besonders breathe bright Bühnenweisung calm caverns caves chariot cloud conj coursers Dæmons dark daß deep DEMOGORGON denen Dichters Dichtung die Ausgaben Drama dream Druck earth echoes editio princeps erst eyes finden fire float flowers Forman FURY gaze gegenüber Geist gibt Gisborne heart heaven hervor Hesiod hierzu hour Interpunktion IONE Jove Jupiter Kroder Laon Lesart light Locock looks Lucan mighty mist moon mountains night o'er obwohl Ocean Okeanos pain pale PANTHEA Poetical Prom Prometheus Unbound Rapisardi Rossetti Schick schon Scudder seine seinen SEMICHORUS shadow shapes Shelley Shelley's Sinne sister sleep smiles soul sound speak spirit stars Stelle Stellen sweet swift Teil Text thee Thetis thine thou art thro throne trampled Varianten Vergl voice wandering waves Wickenburg wind wings wohl wurde wurden Zupitzas
Popularne fragmenty
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