Percy Bysshe Shelley citáty
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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.
Foto: After Amelia Curran / Public domain
Citáty Percy Bysshe Shelley
„Niektorí ľudia vedia opravovať iba cudzie názory, ale nie vlastné.“
Prisudzované výroky
„Čím viac sa učíme, tým viac odhaľujeme svoju nevedomosť.“
Prisudzované výroky
„Láska sa rodí z očarenia a krásy. Keď je utláčaná, umiera. Najčistejšia a najdokonalejšia je vtedy, keď jej účastníci sú si rovní a bezvýhradne si dôverujú.“
Potvrdené výroky
Zdroj: [KOTRMANOVÁ, Milada.: Perly ducha. Ostrava: Knižní expres, 1996 ISBN 80-902272-1-X]
„Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, kniha Ode to the West Wind
St. I
Ode to the West Wind (1819)
„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, Adonaïs
St. XXXVIII
Adonais (1821)
Kontext: 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.
„Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought.“
Zdroj: The Complete Poems
„The sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What are all these kissings worth
If thou kiss not me?“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, Love's Philosophy
Love's Philosophy (1819), st. 2
„I have drunken deep of joy,
And I will taste no other wine tonight.“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Cenci
The Cenci (1819), Act I, sc. iii, l. 88
„Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate
With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon
Of human thought or form, where art thou gone?“
St. 2
Hymn to Intellectual Beauty (1816)
Kontext: Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate
With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon
Of human thought or form, where art thou gone?
Why dost thou pass away and leave our state,
This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate?
Ask why the sunlight not for ever
Weaves rainbows o'er yon mountain-river,
Why aught should fail and fade that once is shown,
Why fear and dream and death and birth
Cast on the daylight of this earth
Such gloom, why man has such a scope
For love and hate, despondency and hope?
„An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king“
English in 1819 http://www.readprint.com/work-1361/Percy-Bysshe-Shelley (1819), l. 1
Kontext: 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.
„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“
St. 1
Hymn to Intellectual Beauty (1816)
Kontext: 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.
„A traveller from the cradle to the grave
Through the dim night of this immortal day.“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, Prometheus Unbound
Demogorgon, Act IV, l. 549
Prometheus Unbound (1818–1819; publ. 1820)
Kontext: 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.
„Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone,
But grief returns with the revolving year.“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, Adonaïs
St. XVIII
Adonais (1821)
„I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: — Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert.“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ozymandias
Ozymandias (1818)
Kontext: 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.
