The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1909 - 912 pàgines |
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... Mighty Eagle ' To the Lord Chancellor To William Shelley From the Original Draft of the Poem to William Shelley On Fanny Godwin Lines : That time is dead for ever ' Death Otho Fragments supposed to be parts of Otho ' O that a Chariot of ...
... Mighty Eagle ' To the Lord Chancellor To William Shelley From the Original Draft of the Poem to William Shelley On Fanny Godwin Lines : That time is dead for ever ' Death Otho Fragments supposed to be parts of Otho ' O that a Chariot of ...
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... mighty ministers Unfurled their prismy wings . The magic car moved on ; The night was fair , innumerable stars Studded heaven's dark blue vault ; The eastern wave grew pale With the first smile of morn . The magic car moved on . From ...
... mighty ministers Unfurled their prismy wings . The magic car moved on ; The night was fair , innumerable stars Studded heaven's dark blue vault ; The eastern wave grew pale With the first smile of morn . The magic car moved on . From ...
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... mighty tide of thought had paused awhile , Which from the Daemon now like Ocean's stream Again began to pour.- Was the sweet stream of thought that with wild motion Flowed o'er the Spirit's human sympathies . 336 To me is given The ...
... mighty tide of thought had paused awhile , Which from the Daemon now like Ocean's stream Again began to pour.- Was the sweet stream of thought that with wild motion Flowed o'er the Spirit's human sympathies . 336 To me is given The ...
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... mighty streams might else in silence flow Thro ' the vast world , to individual sense Of outward shows , whose unexperienced shape New modes of passion to its frame may lend ; Life is its state of action , and the store Of all events is ...
... mighty streams might else in silence flow Thro ' the vast world , to individual sense Of outward shows , whose unexperienced shape New modes of passion to its frame may lend ; Life is its state of action , and the store Of all events is ...
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... mighty streams , Dim tracts and vast , robed in the lustrous gloom Of leaden - coloured even , and fiery hills Mingling their flames with twilight , on the verge Of the remote horizon . The near scene , In naked and severe simplicity ...
... mighty streams , Dim tracts and vast , robed in the lustrous gloom Of leaden - coloured even , and fiery hills Mingling their flames with twilight , on the verge Of the remote horizon . The near scene , In naked and severe simplicity ...
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The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Percy Bysshe Shelley Visualització completa - 1901 |
The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Percy Bysshe Shelley Previsualització limitada - 1935 |
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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.