Select Poems of ShelleyGinn, 1898 - 387 pàgines |
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Pàgina xxiv
... morning of March the twenty - sixth , 1811 , the two friends quitted Oxford . They proceeded to London , took lodgings together , and for a short time continued their walking , talking , and reading , much as before their expul- sion ...
... morning of March the twenty - sixth , 1811 , the two friends quitted Oxford . They proceeded to London , took lodgings together , and for a short time continued their walking , talking , and reading , much as before their expul- sion ...
Pàgina xli
... morning . It had been a most dreadful night ; the wind was as loud as thunder , and the rain descended in torrents . Nothing has been heard of him ; and we have every reason to believe it was no stranger , as there is a man of the name ...
... morning . It had been a most dreadful night ; the wind was as loud as thunder , and the rain descended in torrents . Nothing has been heard of him ; and we have every reason to believe it was no stranger , as there is a man of the name ...
Pàgina xliii
... morning ; but before going far Shelley , suddenly turning round , exclaimed , " I do not think we shall find Williams at the Turk's Head ; " and proposed a walk in another direction . Peacock heard nothing more of the mysterious visit ...
... morning ; but before going far Shelley , suddenly turning round , exclaimed , " I do not think we shall find Williams at the Turk's Head ; " and proposed a walk in another direction . Peacock heard nothing more of the mysterious visit ...
Pàgina lix
... morning , walked and read before breakfast , took that meal sparingly , wrote and studied the greater part of the morning , walked and read again , dined on vegetables ( for he took neither meat nor wine ) , conversed with his friends ...
... morning , walked and read before breakfast , took that meal sparingly , wrote and studied the greater part of the morning , walked and read again , dined on vegetables ( for he took neither meat nor wine ) , conversed with his friends ...
Pàgina lxxi
... morning at ten ; he was in his study with a German folio open , resting on the broad marble mantel- piece over an old - fashioned fireplace , and with a dictionary in his hand . He always read standing if possible . He had promised over ...
... morning at ten ; he was in his study with a German folio open , resting on the broad marble mantel- piece over an old - fashioned fireplace , and with a dictionary in his hand . He always read standing if possible . He had promised over ...
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Adonais Æneid aërial Æschylus Alastor ASIA azure beauty beneath breath bright calm caverns caves clouds cold Dæmons dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine Dowden Dowden's dream earth echoes edition Epipsychidion eternal evil eyes fear feel fire fled flowers Forman gaze gentle Gisborne Godwin Greek Harriet heart heaven Hogg hope hour human ideal Jupiter Keats Leigh Hunt light living Lycidas Mary Shelley mighty mind moon mountains mourns for Adonais nature never night o'er ocean pain pale PANTHEA passage Plato poem poet poet's poetic poetry Prometheus Prometheus Unbound Queen Mab Revolt of Islam Rossetti scene SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley Shelley's sister sleep smiles soft song soul sound spirit stanza stars Stopford Brooke stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought throne Trelawny truth veil voice wandering waves weep wild wind wind-flowers wings words writes ΙΟ
Passatges populars
Pàgina 178 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest - but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Pàgina 173 - Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion. This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the Genii that move In the depths of the purple sea; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains.
Pàgina 175 - 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.
Pàgina 154 - 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...
Pàgina 264 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there All new successions to the forms they wear ; Torturing th' unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each mass may bear ; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light.
Pàgina 41 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Pàgina 154 - Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean...
Pàgina 159 - Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle. Why not I with thine...
Pàgina 173 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Pàgina 175 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air...