Select Poems of ShelleyGinn, 1898 - 387 pàgines |
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Pàgina viii
Percy Bysshe Shelley William John Alexander. LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY 165 ODE TO HEAVEN 165 THE SENSITIVE PLANT 167 THE CLOUD 179 ✓TO A SKYLARK 181 ODE TO LIBERTY 185 ARETHUSA 195 To ( " I fear thy kisses , gentle maiden " ) 198 THE QUESTION ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley William John Alexander. LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY 165 ODE TO HEAVEN 165 THE SENSITIVE PLANT 167 THE CLOUD 179 ✓TO A SKYLARK 181 ODE TO LIBERTY 185 ARETHUSA 195 To ( " I fear thy kisses , gentle maiden " ) 198 THE QUESTION ...
Pàgina xxiii
... heaven ( if there be wrath in heaven ) blast me ! Shelley's zeal for toleration showed itself also in matters beyond his own personal concerns . After his return to col- lege , he gave practical testimony to his sympathy with the cause ...
... heaven ( if there be wrath in heaven ) blast me ! Shelley's zeal for toleration showed itself also in matters beyond his own personal concerns . After his return to col- lege , he gave practical testimony to his sympathy with the cause ...
Pàgina xli
... Heaven ! the ball went through his gown and he remained unhurt . Mr. S. happened to stand sideways ; had he stood fronting , the ball must have killed him . Bysshe fired his pistol , but it would not go off ; he then aimed a blow at him ...
... Heaven ! the ball went through his gown and he remained unhurt . Mr. S. happened to stand sideways ; had he stood fronting , the ball must have killed him . Bysshe fired his pistol , but it would not go off ; he then aimed a blow at him ...
Pàgina lxiv
... heaven " are the crumbling remains of an antique wind- ing staircase , whose sides are open in many places to the preci- pice . This you ascend and arrive on the summit of these piles . There grow on every side thick entangled ...
... heaven " are the crumbling remains of an antique wind- ing staircase , whose sides are open in many places to the preci- pice . This you ascend and arrive on the summit of these piles . There grow on every side thick entangled ...
Pàgina 9
... heaven that canopied his bower Of yesternight ? The sounds that soothed his sleep , The mystery and the majesty of Earth , The joy , the exultation ? His wan eyes Gaze on the empty scene as vacantly As ocean's moon looks on the moon in ...
... heaven that canopied his bower Of yesternight ? The sounds that soothed his sleep , The mystery and the majesty of Earth , The joy , the exultation ? His wan eyes Gaze on the empty scene as vacantly As ocean's moon looks on the moon in ...
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Adonais Æschylus Alastor ANTISTROPHE Aornos Asia azure beauty beneath breath bright calm caverns caves clouds dæmons dark dead death deep delight Demogorgon divine Dowden Dowden's dream earth echoes Epipsychidion eternal evil eyes faint fear feel fire fled flowers Forman gentle Gisborne Godwin golden Greek Harriet heart heaven Hogg hope hour human ideal Jupiter leaves Leigh Hunt light lines living Mary Shelley mind moon mountains mourns for Adonais nature never night o'er ocean odour pain pale PANTHEA Paradise Lost passage Plato poem poet poet's poetic poetry Prometheus Prometheus Unbound reading Revolt of Islam Rossetti scene SEMICHORUS Sensitive Plant shadow Shelley sister sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stanza stars Stopford Brooke stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought Trelawny tremble veil verse voice wandering waves weep wind wind-flowers wings words ΙΟ
Passatges populars
Pàgina 183 - Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view : Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
Pàgina 160 - 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, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!
Pàgina 182 - Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight Like a star of Heaven, In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, 20 Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see — we feel that it is there.
Pàgina 184 - 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 162 - Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
Pàgina 270 - The splendours of the firmament of time May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not ; Like stars to their appointed height they climb, And death is a low mist which cannot blot The brightness it may veil. When lofty thought Lifts a young heart above its mortal lair, And love and life contend in it, for what Shall be its earthly doom, the dead live there, And move like winds of light on dark and stormy air.
Pàgina 185 - Yet if we could scorn Hate and pride and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then — as I am listening now.
Pàgina 183 - Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, singing hymns unbidden till the world is wrought to sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like a highborn maiden in a palace tower, soothing her love-laden soul in secret hour with music sweet as love, which overflows her bower.
Pàgina 179 - 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 181 - 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...