The Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volum 5Virtue, 1904 |
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Pàgina iv
... 352 Hymn to Intellectual Beauty 353 Fragment : Home 358 Mont Blanc 359 • 368 Note by Mrs. Shelley POEMS WRITTEN IN 1817 Marianne's Dream To Constantia , Singing 373 382 Fragment : To One Singing A Fragment : To Music iv Contents.
... 352 Hymn to Intellectual Beauty 353 Fragment : Home 358 Mont Blanc 359 • 368 Note by Mrs. Shelley POEMS WRITTEN IN 1817 Marianne's Dream To Constantia , Singing 373 382 Fragment : To One Singing A Fragment : To Music iv Contents.
Pàgina 13
... A shadow of some golden dream ; a Splendour Leaving the third sphere pilotless ; a tender Reflection of the eternal Moon of Love Under whose motions life's dull billows move ; A Metaphor of Spring and Youth and Morn- ing ; 13 Epipsychidion.
... A shadow of some golden dream ; a Splendour Leaving the third sphere pilotless ; a tender Reflection of the eternal Moon of Love Under whose motions life's dull billows move ; A Metaphor of Spring and Youth and Morn- ing ; 13 Epipsychidion.
Pàgina 17
... mountains , and the caves Of divine sleep , and on the air - like waves Of wonder - level dream , whose tremulous floor Paved her light steps ; - on an imagined shore , Under the gray beak of some promontory She met me 17 Epipsychidion.
... mountains , and the caves Of divine sleep , and on the air - like waves Of wonder - level dream , whose tremulous floor Paved her light steps ; - on an imagined shore , Under the gray beak of some promontory She met me 17 Epipsychidion.
Pàgina 23
... and though it be a dream , I weep . What storms then shook the ocean of my sleep , Blotting that Moon , whose pale and waning lips Then shrank as in the sickness of eclipse ; - And how my soul was as a lampless sea , 23 Epipsychidion.
... and though it be a dream , I weep . What storms then shook the ocean of my sleep , Blotting that Moon , whose pale and waning lips Then shrank as in the sickness of eclipse ; - And how my soul was as a lampless sea , 23 Epipsychidion.
Pàgina 25
... dreaming clay Was lifted by the thing that dreamed below As smoke by fire , and in her beauty's glow I stood , and felt the dawn of my long night Was penetrating me with living light : I knew it was the Vision veiled from me So many ...
... dreaming clay Was lifted by the thing that dreamed below As smoke by fire , and in her beauty's glow I stood , and felt the dawn of my long night Was penetrating me with living light : I knew it was the Vision veiled from me So many ...
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Adonais Æschylus AHASUERUS Amid Anarchs ARCHY BASTWICK beams beautiful beneath Bishop of Lincoln blood breath bright burn caverns clouds cold dæmon dark dawn dead death deep delight dost dream earth eternal eyes faint fear fire fled flowers gentle ghost glorious glory golden grave Greece Greek HASSAN heart Heaven Hellas hope Hospodar Inns of Court isles John Keats KING Lady LAUD leaves Lechlade light living look Lord Lord Byron LORD COTTINGTON MAHMUD mighty Mont Blanc moon morning mortal mountains mourn night o'er ocean pale Paradise peace phantoms poem PURSUIVANT QUEEN quench rain rose ruin sate SECOND CITIZEN SEMICHORUS shadow shape slave sleep smile soft sorrow soul spirit splendour star storm STRAFFORD stream sweet tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought towers trembling veil Victory voice wake Wallachia waves weep wild wind wings youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 91 - He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder to the song of night's sweet bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Pàgina 184 - Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep. A loftier Argo cleaves the main, Fraught with a later prize; Another Orpheus sings again, And loves, and weeps, and dies. A new Ulysses leaves once more Calypso for his native shore.
Pàgina 185 - Nor mix with Laian rage the joy Which dawns upon the free: Although a subtler Sphinx renew Riddles of death Thebes never knew. 178 Another Athens shall arise, And to remoter time Bequeath, like sunset to the skies, The splendour of its prime; And leave, if nought so bright may live, All earth can take or Heaven can give.
Pàgina 67 - Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep Like his, a mute and uncomplaining sleep; For he is gone where all things wise and fair Descend. Oh, dream not that the amorous Deep Will yet restore him to the vital air; Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.
Pàgina 97 - 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.
Pàgina 68 - In which suns perished; others more sublime, Struck by the envious wrath of man or God, Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime; And some yet live, treading the thorny road Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode.
Pàgina 66 - When thy Son lay, pierced by the shaft which flies In darkness? where was lorn Urania When Adonais died? With veiled eyes, 'Mid listening Echoes, in her Paradise She sate, while one, with soft enamoured...
Pàgina 90 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn.
Pàgina 43 - Our breath shall intermix, our bosoms bound, And our veins beat together; and our lips With other eloquence than words, eclipse The soul that burns between them...
Pàgina 92 - 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.