Posthumous Poems of Percy Bysshe ShelleyJohn and Henry L. Hunt, 1824 - 415 pàgines |
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Pàgina 14
... pale fingers twined One with the other ; and the ooze and wind Rushed thro ' an open casement , and did sway His hair , and starred it with the brackish spray ; His head was leaning on a music book , And he was muttering ; and his lean ...
... pale fingers twined One with the other ; and the ooze and wind Rushed thro ' an open casement , and did sway His hair , and starred it with the brackish spray ; His head was leaning on a music book , And he was muttering ; and his lean ...
Pàgina 16
... pale Pain , My shadow , which will leave me not again . If I have erred , there was no joy in error , But pain , and insult , and unrest , and terror ; I have not , as some do , bought penitence With pleasure , and a dark yet sweet ...
... pale Pain , My shadow , which will leave me not again . If I have erred , there was no joy in error , But pain , and insult , and unrest , and terror ; I have not , as some do , bought penitence With pleasure , and a dark yet sweet ...
Pàgina 18
... Pale art thou , ' tis most true- -but thou art gone— Thy work is finished ; I am left alone . ** * * * " Nay , was it I who wooed thee to this breast , Which like a serpent thou envenomest As in repayment of the warmth it lent ? Didst ...
... Pale art thou , ' tis most true- -but thou art gone— Thy work is finished ; I am left alone . ** * * * " Nay , was it I who wooed thee to this breast , Which like a serpent thou envenomest As in repayment of the warmth it lent ? Didst ...
Pàgina 43
... pale And heavy hue which slumber could extend Over its lips and eyes , as on the gale . A rapid shadow from a slope of grass , Into the darkness of the stream did pass . XLIV . And it unfurled its heaven - coloured pinions , With stars ...
... pale And heavy hue which slumber could extend Over its lips and eyes , as on the gale . A rapid shadow from a slope of grass , Into the darkness of the stream did pass . XLIV . And it unfurled its heaven - coloured pinions , With stars ...
Pàgina 47
... Pale as that moon , lost in the watery night- And now she wept , and now she laughed outright . LV . These were tame pleasures . - She would often climb The steepest ladder of the crudded rack Up to some beaked cape of cloud sublime ...
... Pale as that moon , lost in the watery night- And now she wept , and now she laughed outright . LV . These were tame pleasures . - She would often climb The steepest ladder of the crudded rack Up to some beaked cape of cloud sublime ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Anarchs ANTISTROPHE Apennine art thou Bay of Spezia beams beautiful beneath breast breath bright calm cave cavern chidden CHORUS clouds cold CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dance dark dead death deep delight desart divine dread dream earth EPODE eyes faint FAUST fear fire fled flowers folded palm gaze gentle gleam grass green grew grey grief hair hear heart heaven JUSTINA kiss lady leaves LEIGH HUNT light lips living lone look Maddalo MEPHISTOPHELES mighty mind MONT BLANC moon mortal mountains never night o'er ocean pale pinnace rocks round sate scorn shadows shapes SILENUS sleep smile snow soft song soul sound spirit SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought Tmolus truth ULYSSES vale veil voice wake wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings Witch woods youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 162 - I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple sea-weeds strown; I see the waves upon the shore Like light dissolved in star-showers thrown; I sit upon the sands alone; The lightning of the noon-tide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion — How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion. Alas! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around...
Pàgina 283 - The windings of the dell. — The rivulet, Wanton and wild, through many a green ravine Beneath the forest flowed. Sometimes it fell Among the moss, with hollow harmony Dark and profound. Now on the polished stones It danced ; like childhood, laughing as it went : Then, through the plain in tranquil wanderings crept, Reflecting every herb and drooping bud \ That overhung its quietness.
Pàgina 132 - The wilderness has a mysterious tongue Which teaches awful doubt, or faith so mild, So solemn, so serene, that man may be, But for such faith, with nature reconciled; Thou hast a voice, great Mountain, to repeal Large codes of fraud and woe; not understood By all, but which the wise, and great, and good Interpret, or make felt, or deeply feel.
Pàgina 5 - I RODE one evening with Count Maddalo Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow Of Adria towards Venice : a bare strand Of hillocks, heaped from ever-shifting sand, Matted with thistles and amphibious weeds, Such as from earth's embrace the salt ooze breeds, Is this ; an uninhabited sea-side, Which the lone fisher, when his nets are dried, Abandons ; and no other object breaks The waste, but one dwarf tree and some few stakes Broken and unrepaired, and the tide makes A narrow space of level sand...
Pàgina 3 - I say that Maddalo is proud, because I can find no other word to express the concentered and impatient feelings which consume him; but it is on his own hopes and affections only that he seems to trample, for in social life no human being can be more gentle, patient, and unassuming than Maddalo. He is cheerful, frank, and witty. His more serious conversation is a sort of intoxication; men are held by it as by a spell.
Pàgina 83 - the world and its mysterious doom "Is not so much more glorious than it was, That I desire to worship those who drew New figures on its false and fragile glass "As the old faded.
Pàgina 272 - His languid limbs. A vision on his sleep There came, a dream of hopes that never yet Had flushed his cheek. He dreamed a veiled maid Sate near him, talking in low solemn tones. Her voice was like the voice of his own soul Heard in the calm of thought...
Pàgina 261 - TO THE MOON ART thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth,— And ever changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy...
Pàgina 89 - So knew I in that light's severe excess The presence of that shape which on the stream Moved, as I moved along the wilderness, "More dimly than a day-appearing dream, The ghost of a forgotten form of sleep ; A light of heaven, whose half-extinguished beam " Through the sick day in which we wake to weep, Glimmers, forever sought, forever lost ; So did that shape its obscure tenour keep " Beside my path, as silent as a ghost...
Pàgina 159 - Winter suddenly was changed to Spring ; And gentle odours led my steps astray, Mixed with a sound of waters murmuring Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, But kibsed it and then fled, as thou mightest in dream.