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Percy Bysshe Shelley
Geburtstag: 4. August 1792
Todesdatum: 8. Juli 1822
Percy Bysshe Shelley [ˈpɜːsi bɪʃ ˈʃɛli] war ein britischer Schriftsteller der englischen Romantik. Er war ein Verfechter des Atheismus.
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„Wenn Winter kommt, kann Frühling weit entfernt dann sein?“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, buch Ode an den Westwind
Ode an den Westwind
„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.“
Quelle: 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
„And singing still dost soar and soaring ever singest.“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, To a Skylark
St. 2
To a Skylark (1821)
Kontext: 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.
„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.
„Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of Eternity,
Until Death tramples it to fragments.“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, Adonaïs
St. LII
Adonais (1821)
Kontext: The One remains, the many change and pass;
Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly;
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of Eternity,
Until Death tramples it to fragments.
„She faded, like a cloud which had outwept its rain.“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, Adonaïs
St. X
Adonais (1821)
Kontext: Lost Angel of a ruined Paradise!
She knew not 'twas her own; as with no stain
She faded, like a cloud which had outwept its rain.
„Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
What if my leaves are falling like its own!“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, buch Ode an den Westwind
St. V
Ode to the West Wind (1819)
Kontext: Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
What if my leaves are falling like its own!
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,
Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,
My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
„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.
„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?
„I never was attached to that great sect,
Whose doctrine is, that each one should select
Out of the crowd a mistress or a friend,
And all the rest, though fair and wise, commend
To cold oblivion“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, Epipsychidion
Quelle: Epipsychidion (1821), l. 147
Kontext: Thy wisdom speaks in me, and bids me dare
Beacon the rocks on which high hearts are wreckt.
I never was attached to that great sect,
Whose doctrine is, that each one should select
Out of the crowd a mistress or a friend,
And all the rest, though fair and wise, commend
To cold oblivion, though it is in the code
Of modern morals, and the beaten road
Which those poor slaves with weary footsteps tread,
Who travel to their home among the dead
By the broad highway of the world, and so
With one chained friend, — perhaps a jealous foe,
The dreariest and the longest journey go.
„Nought may endure but Mutability.“
Mutability http://www.web-books.com/Classics/Poetry/anthology/Shelley/Mutability.htm (1816), st. 4
Kontext: p>We rest. — A dream has power to poison sleep;
We rise. — One wandering thought pollutes the day;
We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;
Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away:It is the same! — For, be it joy or sorrow,
The path of its departure still is free:
Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow;
Nought may endure but Mutability.</p
„Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone,
But grief returns with the revolving year.“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, Adonaïs
St. XVIII
Adonais (1821)
„O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, buch Ode an den Westwind
St. I
Ode to the West Wind (1819)
Kontext: O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the spring shall blow
Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth.
