The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1909 - 912 pàgines |
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... dead , And shared in fearless deeds with evil men , Calm as an angel in the dragon's den- How I braved death for liberty and truth , And spurned at peace , and power , and fame - and when Those hopes had lost the glory of their youth ...
... dead , And shared in fearless deeds with evil men , Calm as an angel in the dragon's den- How I braved death for liberty and truth , And spurned at peace , and power , and fame - and when Those hopes had lost the glory of their youth ...
Pàgina 69
... dead 1285 From one faint hope whose flower a dropping poison shed . XXI Two days thus passed - I neither raved nor died- Thirst raged within me , like a scorpion's nest Built in mine entrails ; I had spurned aside The water - vessel ...
... dead 1285 From one faint hope whose flower a dropping poison shed . XXI Two days thus passed - I neither raved nor died- Thirst raged within me , like a scorpion's nest Built in mine entrails ; I had spurned aside The water - vessel ...
Pàgina 95
... dead and the alive In one dread mass , were parted , and the stain Of blood , from mortal steel fell o'er the fields like rain . VII For now the despot's bloodhounds with their prey Unarmed and unaware , were gorging deep Their gluttony ...
... dead and the alive In one dread mass , were parted , and the stain Of blood , from mortal steel fell o'er the fields like rain . VII For now the despot's bloodhounds with their prey Unarmed and unaware , were gorging deep Their gluttony ...
Pàgina 104
... dead - round which she set in state A ring of cold , stiff babes ; silent and stark they sate . LII She leaped upon a pile , and lifted high 2790 Her mad looks to the lightning , and cried : Eat ! 2795 Share the great feast - to ...
... dead - round which she set in state A ring of cold , stiff babes ; silent and stark they sate . LII She leaped upon a pile , and lifted high 2790 Her mad looks to the lightning , and cried : Eat ! 2795 Share the great feast - to ...
Pàgina 126
... dead and cold Before this morn may on the world arise Wouldst thou the glory of its dawn behold ? Alas ! gaze not on me , but turn thine eyes On thine own heart - it is a paradise Which everlasting Spring has made its own , And while ...
... dead and cold Before this morn may on the world arise Wouldst thou the glory of its dawn behold ? Alas ! gaze not on me , but turn thine eyes On thine own heart - it is a paradise Which everlasting Spring has made its own , And while ...
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The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Percy Bysshe Shelley Visualització completa - 1901 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 571 - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)...
Pàgina 593 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Pàgina 594 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Pàgina 593 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath...
Pàgina 572 - Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
Pàgina 572 - The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even I were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings...
Pàgina 594 - I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air...
Pàgina 572 - Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Pàgina 572 - So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear...
Pàgina 568 - AN old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king ; Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn — mud from a muddy spring ; Rulers, who neither see, nor feel, nor know.