Glenis studied for a B. Hons in English literature after taking early retirement.
Nature, impartial in munificence, Has gifted man with all-subduing will. Matter, with all its transitory shapes, Lies subjected and plastic at his feet, That, weak from bondage, tremble as they tread.
How many a rustic Milton has passed by, Stifling the speechless longings of his heart, In unremitting drudgery and care! How many a vulgar Cato has compelled His energies, no longer tameless then, To mould a pin or fabricate a nail!
How many a Newton, to whose passive ken Those mighty spheres that gem infinity Were only specks of tinsel fixed in heaven To light the midnights of his native town!
Him, every slave now dragging through the filth Of some corrupted city his sad life, Pining with famine, swoln with luxury, Blunting the keenness of his spiritual sense With narrow schemings and unworthy cares, Or madly rushing through all violent crime To move the deep stagnation of his soul, - Might imitate and equal.
Has bound its chains so tight about the earth That all within it but the virtuous man Is venal; gold or fame will surely reach The price prefixed by Selfishness to all But him of resolute and unchanging will; Whom nor the plaudits of a servile crowd, Nor the vile joys of tainting luxury, Can bribe to yield his elevated soul To Tyranny or Falsehood, though they wield With blood-red hand the sceptre of the world.
More daring crime requires a loftier meed. How vainly seek The selfish for that happiness denied To aught but virtue! Blind and hardened, they, Who hope for peace amid the storms of care, Who covet power they know not how to use, And sigh for pleasure they refuse to give, - Madly they frustrate still their own designs; And, where they hope that quiet to enjoy Which virtue pictures, bitterness of soul, Pining regrets, and vain repentances, Disease, disgust and lassitude pervade Their valueless and miserable lives.
Then thus the Spirit spoke: Thorny, and full of care, Which every fiend can make his prey at will! Will yon vast suns roll on Interminably, still illuming The night of so many wretched souls, And see no hope for them?
Will not the universal Spirit e'er Revivify this withered limb of Heaven?
Some eminent in virtue shall start up, Even in perversest time; The truths of their pure lips, that never die, Shall bind the scorpion falsehood with a wreath Of ever-living flame, Until the monster sting itself to death.
Falsehood now triumphs; deadly power Has fixed its seal upon the lip of truth! Madness and misery are there!
The happiest is most wretched! Yet confide Until pure health-drops from the cup of joy Fall like a dew of balm upon the world.
Now, to the scene I show, in silence turn, And read the blood-stained charter of all woe, Which Nature soon with recreating hand Will blot in mercy from the book of earth. The weight of his exterminating curse How light! Then manhood gave Its strength and ardor to thy frenzied brain; Thine eager gaze scanned the stupendous scene, Whose wonders mocked the knowledge of thy pride; Their everlasting and unchanging laws Reproached thine ignorance.
The self-sufficing, the omnipotent, The merciful, and the avenging God! She took me there. The dark-robed priests were met around the pile; The multitude was gazing silently; And as the culprit passed with dauntless mien, Tempered disdain in his unaltering eye, Mixed with a quiet smile, shone calmly forth; The thirsty fire crept round his manly limbs; His resolute eyes were scorched to blindness soon; His death-pang rent my heart!
· "On Love." By Percy Bysshe Shelley. From the edition of The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley in Verse and Prose, edited by H.
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In the comments section for my post on Charlotte Smith's "Written in the Church Yard at Middleton in Sussex" (which you can read here), Elizabeth of Serial Outlet recommended that I take a look at an English class staple: Percy Bysshe Shelley's "Ozymandias.". · Transcript of Analysis of Percy Shelley's "Love's Philosophy" Overall Meaning The narrator sees all these examples of love and how nature is natural and its natural for things such as mountains kissing the heavens or fountains mingling with timberdesignmag.com://timberdesignmag.com /analysis-of-percy-shelleys-loves-philosophy.
In Percy Shelley’s poem, “Ozymandias,” the apparently grand, self-claimed king of kings proves to be nothing more than an arrogant pile of rubble, buried deep within a desert wasteland.
In this classic piece of poetry, Shelley masterfully displays the temporary and insignificant status of mankind, and proves that the true “king of kings timberdesignmag.com · Percy Bysshe Shelley completed Prometheus Unbound with Other Poems in , the same year Keats published his final collection.
The work, like Keats's Lamia, Isabella, the Eve of St. Agnes, and Other Poems, served as a collection of Shelley's mature works shortly before his death. He was known as a timberdesignmag.com /Percy_Bysshe_Shelley/_collection.