Percy Bysshe Shelley. - Berlin, Robert Oppenheim 1884Oppenheim, 1884 - 387 pàgines |
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Pàgina 269 - Life of Life, thy lips enkindle With their love the breath between them; And thy smiles before they dwindle Make the cold air fire; then screen them In those looks, where whoso gazes Faints, entangled in their mazes.
Pàgina 270 - Through the vest which seems to hide them, As the radiant lines of morning Through the clouds, ere they divide them ; And this atmosphere divinest Shrouds thee wheresoe'er thou shinest.
Pàgina 152 - I confess that I am one of those who am unable to refuse my assent to the conclusions of those philosophers who assert that nothing exists but as it is perceived.
Pàgina 353 - Their odorous sighs up to the smiling air; And, in succession due, did continent, Isle, ocean, and all things that in them wear The form and character of mortal mould, Rise as the Sun their' father rose, to bear Their portion of the toil, which he of old Took as his own, and then imposed on them...
Pàgina 313 - HELL is a city much like London — A populous and a smoky city ; There are all sorts of people undone, And there is little or no fun done ; Small justice shown, and still less pity.
Pàgina 307 - I dare not guess; but in this life Of error, ignorance, and strife. Where nothing is, but all things seem. And we the shadows of the dream, It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant if one considers it, To own that death itself must be. Like all the rest, a mockery. That garden sweet, that lady fair, And all sweet shapes and odours there. In truth have never passed away: Tis we, 'tis ours, are changed; not they. For love, and beauty, and delight, There is no death nor change; their might Exceeds our...
Pàgina 308 - Athens arose : a city such as vision Builds from the purple crags and silver towers Of battlemented cloud, as in derision Of kingliest masonry...
Pàgina 309 - A divine work ! Athens diviner yet Gleamed with its crest of columns, on the will Of man, as on a mount of diamond, set; For thou wert, and thine all-creative skill Peopled with forms that mock the eternal dead In marble immortality, that hill Which was thine earliest throne and latest oracle. Within the surface of Time's fleeting river Its wrinkled image lies, as then it lay Immovably unquiet, and for ever It trembles, but it cannot pass away...
Pàgina 270 - Through the clouds ere they divide them ; And this atmosphere divinest Shrouds thee wheresoe'er thou shinest. Fair are others; none beholds thee, But thy voice sounds low and tender Like the fairest, for it folds thee From the sight, that liquid splendour, And all feel, yet see thee never, As I feel now, lost for ever ! Lamp of Earth ! where'er thou movest Its dim shapes are clad with brightness, And the souls of whom thou lovest Walk upon the winds with lightness, Till they fail, as I am failing,...
Pàgina 353 - Of a green Apennine. Before me fled The night ; behind me rose the day ; the deep Was at my feet, and Heaven above my head ; — When a strange trance over my fancy grew Which was not slumber, for the shade it spread Was so transparent that the scene came through, As clear as when a veil of light is drawn O'er evening hills they glimmer...