Percy Bysshe Shelley citátov
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Dátum narodenia: 4. august 1792
Dátum úmrtia: 8. júl 1822
Percy Bysshe Shelley /ˌpɝsi ˌbɪʃ ˈʃɛli/ bol popredný anglický romantický básnik. Je považovaný za jedného z najlepších lyrických básnikov píšúcich po anglicky.
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„Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow
Back to the burning fountain whence it came,
A portion of the Eternal.“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
Context: He wakes or sleeps with the enduring dead;
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.
St. XXXVIII
„Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought.“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Complete Poems
„I have drunken deep of joy,
And I will taste no other wine tonight.“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
The Cenci (1819), Act I, sc. iii, l. 88
„And singing still dost soar and soaring ever singest.“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
Context: Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest,
Like a cloud of fire;
The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost soar and soaring ever singest.
St. 2
„An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
Context: An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king, —
Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow
Through public scorn, — mud from a muddy spring, —
Rulers who neither see, nor feel, nor know,
But leech-like to their fainting country cling,
Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow.
English in 1819 http://www.readprint.com/work-1361/Percy-Bysshe-Shelley (1819), l. 1
„The awful shadow of some unseen Power
Floats though unseen among us; visiting
This various world with as inconstant wing
As summer winds that creep from flower to flower“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
Context: The awful shadow of some unseen Power
Floats though unseen among us; visiting
This various world with as inconstant wing
As summer winds that creep from flower to flower;
Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower,
It visits with inconstant glance
Each human heart and countenance;
Like hues and harmonies of evening,
Like clouds in starlight widely spread,
Like memory of music fled,
Like aught that for its grace may be
Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery.
St. 1
„A traveller from the cradle to the grave
Through the dim night of this immortal day.“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
Context: Man, who wert once a despot and a slave,
A dupe and a deceiver! a decay,
A traveller from the cradle to the grave
Through the dim night of this immortal day.
Demogorgon, Act IV, l. 549
„I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: — Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert.“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
Context: 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 shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd 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!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
