Posthumous Poems of Percy Bysshe ShelleyJohn and Henry L. Hunt, 1824 - 415 pàgines This volume was published just two years after Shelley's death. It collects some of his final poems, including unfinished works. Shelley's wife, Mary, was responsible for assembling the collection, and she also provides a revealing introduction. |
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Pàgina 14
... hair , and starred it with the brackish spray ; His head was leaning on a music book , And he was muttering ; and his lean limbs shook ; His lips were pressed against a folded leaf In hue too beautiful for health , and grief Smiled in ...
... hair , and starred it with the brackish spray ; His head was leaning on a music book , And he was muttering ; and his lean limbs shook ; His lips were pressed against a folded leaf In hue too beautiful for health , and grief Smiled in ...
Pàgina 30
... hair Dark - the dim brain whirls dizzy with delight , Picturing her form ; her soft smiles shone afar , And her low voice was heard like love , and drew All living things towards this wonder new . VI . And first the spotted cameleopard ...
... hair Dark - the dim brain whirls dizzy with delight , Picturing her form ; her soft smiles shone afar , And her low voice was heard like love , and drew All living things towards this wonder new . VI . And first the spotted cameleopard ...
Pàgina 36
... hair , at length are drained and dried ; The solid oaks forget their strength , and strew Their latest leaf upon the mountains wide ; The boundless ocean , like a drop of dew Will be consumed - the stubborn centre must Be scattered ...
... hair , at length are drained and dried ; The solid oaks forget their strength , and strew Their latest leaf upon the mountains wide ; The boundless ocean , like a drop of dew Will be consumed - the stubborn centre must Be scattered ...
Pàgina 44
... hair streamed to and fro : Beneath , the billows having vainly striven Indignant and impetuous , roared to feel The swift and steady motion of the keel . XLVII . Or , when the weary moon was in the wane , Or in the noon of interlunar ...
... hair streamed to and fro : Beneath , the billows having vainly striven Indignant and impetuous , roared to feel The swift and steady motion of the keel . XLVII . Or , when the weary moon was in the wane , Or in the noon of interlunar ...
Pàgina 49
... hair and folded palm . LXII . But other troubled forms of sleep she saw , Not to be mirrored in a holy song , Distortions foul of supernatural awe , And pale imaginings of visioned wrong , And all the code of custom's lawless law ...
... hair and folded palm . LXII . But other troubled forms of sleep she saw , Not to be mirrored in a holy song , Distortions foul of supernatural awe , And pale imaginings of visioned wrong , And all the code of custom's lawless law ...
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Anarchs ANTISTROPHE Apennine art thou Baubo beams beast beauty beneath breath bright burning calm cave cavern chasm chidden CHORUS clouds cold CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dance dark dead death deep delight DEMON desart divine dream earth EPODE eyes faint FAUST fear fierce fire fled flowers folded palm forest gaze gentle gleam green grew grey grief hair hear heart heaven Hermes JUSTINA kiss Lady leaves light lips living love waves Maddalo MEPHISTOPHELES mighty MONT BLANC moon mortal mountains move NAPLES never night o'er ocean Onchestus pale pine Pisa Pylos rocks round sate Satyr seemed shadows shapes shore SILENUS sleep smile snow soft song soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought ULYSSES vale veil voice wake wandering waves weep Whilst wild wild arms wind wings woods
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Pàgina 195 - Its passions will rock thee, As the storms rock the ravens on high ; Bright reason will mock thee, Like the sun from a wintry sky. From thy nest every rafter Will rot, and thine eagle home Leave thee naked to laughter, When leaves fall and cold winds come.
Pàgina 194 - WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot.
Pàgina 165 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Pàgina 285 - 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 276 - While day-light held The sky, the Poet kept mute conference With his still soul. At night the passion came, Like the fierce fiend of a distempered dream, And shook him from his rest, and led him forth Into the darkness.
Pàgina 23 - Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong: They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
Pàgina 81 - The great, the unforgotten, — they who wore Mitres and helms and crowns, or wreaths of light, Signs of thought's empire over thought. Their lore "Taught them not this, to know themselves ; their might Could not repress the mystery within ; And, for the morn of truth they feigned, deep night
Pàgina 274 - 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 8 - Dissolved into one lake of fire, were seen Those mountains towering as from waves of flame Around the vaporous sun, from which there came The inmost purple spirit of light, and made Their very peaks transparent 'Ere it fade,' Said my companion, 'I will show you soon A better station...
Pàgina 263 - 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?