The Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volum 5Virtue, 1904 |
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Pàgina 15
... sounds , in which all spirits shake As trembling leaves in a continuous air ? Thy wisdom speaks in me , and bids me dare Beacon the rocks on which high hearts are wrecked . I never was attached to that great sect , Whose doctrine is ...
... sounds , in which all spirits shake As trembling leaves in a continuous air ? Thy wisdom speaks in me , and bids me dare Beacon the rocks on which high hearts are wrecked . I never was attached to that great sect , Whose doctrine is ...
Pàgina 18
... sounds , all silence . In the words Of antique verse and high romance , — in form , Sound , colour - in whatever checks that Storm Which with the shattered present chokes the past ; And in that best philosophy , whose taste Makes this ...
... sounds , all silence . In the words Of antique verse and high romance , — in form , Sound , colour - in whatever checks that Storm Which with the shattered present chokes the past ; And in that best philosophy , whose taste Makes this ...
Pàgina 25
... sounds were penetrated - By the small , still , sweet spirit of that sound , So that the savage winds hung mute around ; And odours warm and fresh fell from her hair Dissolving the dull cold in the frore air : Soft as an Incarnation of ...
... sounds were penetrated - By the small , still , sweet spirit of that sound , So that the savage winds hung mute around ; And odours warm and fresh fell from her hair Dissolving the dull cold in the frore air : Soft as an Incarnation of ...
Pàgina 30
... sound and light and foam , Kissing the sifted sands , and caverns hoar ; And all the winds wandering along the shore Undulate with the undulating tide : There are thick woods where sylvan forms abide ; And many a fountain , rivulet ...
... sound and light and foam , Kissing the sifted sands , and caverns hoar ; And all the winds wandering along the shore Undulate with the undulating tide : There are thick woods where sylvan forms abide ; And many a fountain , rivulet ...
Pàgina 31
... sound that never fails Accompany the noonday nightingales ; And all the place is peopled with sweet airs ; The light clear element which the isle wears Is heavy with the scent of lemon - flowers , Which floats like mist laden with ...
... sound that never fails Accompany the noonday nightingales ; And all the place is peopled with sweet airs ; The light clear element which the isle wears Is heavy with the scent of lemon - flowers , Which floats like mist laden with ...
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The Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volum 5 Percy Bysshe Shelley Visualització completa - 1905 |
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Adonais AHASUERUS Amid Anarchs ARCHY BASTWICK beams beautiful beneath Bishop of Lincoln blood breath bright brow Carbonari cavern chariot clouds cold COTTINGTON dæmon dark dawn dead death deep dream eagle earth eternal eyes faint fear fierce fire fled flowers gentle ghost glory gold golden grave Greece Greeks HASSAN heart heaven Hellas hope Hospodar INDIAN Inns of Court isles KING LADY LADY Peace LAUD leaves light living Lord LORD COTTINGTON MAHMUD Majesty mask melody mighty Mont Blanc moon morning mountains night o'er ocean pale Paradise peace phantoms poem PURSUIVANT QUEEN rain rainbow rose ruin sate SCENE scorn SECOND CITIZEN SEMICHORUS shadow shape sleep smile sorrow soul spirit splendour star storm STRAFFORD stream sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thought towers trembling veil wake Wallachia waves weep wild arms WILLIAMS guarded wind wings words 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.