The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1909 - 912 pàgines |
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Pàgina xv
... strange horror our days of uncertainty . The truth was at last known , -a truth that made our loved and lovely Italy appear a tomb , its sky a pall . Every heart echoed the deep lament , and my only consolation was in the praise and ...
... strange horror our days of uncertainty . The truth was at last known , -a truth that made our loved and lovely Italy appear a tomb , its sky a pall . Every heart echoed the deep lament , and my only consolation was in the praise and ...
Pàgina 1
... strange and wonderful ! Hath then the iron - sceptred Skeleton , Whose reign is in the tainted sepulchres , To the hell dogs that couch beneath his throne Cast that fair prey ? Must that divinest form , Which love and admiration cannot ...
... strange and wonderful ! Hath then the iron - sceptred Skeleton , Whose reign is in the tainted sepulchres , To the hell dogs that couch beneath his throne Cast that fair prey ? Must that divinest form , Which love and admiration cannot ...
Pàgina 6
... Strange things within their belted orbs appear . Like animated frenzies , dimly moved Shadows , and skeletons , and fiendly shapes , Thronging round human graves , and o'er the dead Sculpturing records for each memory In verse , such as ...
... Strange things within their belted orbs appear . Like animated frenzies , dimly moved Shadows , and skeletons , and fiendly shapes , Thronging round human graves , and o'er the dead Sculpturing records for each memory In verse , such as ...
Pàgina 12
... strange state Before the naked powers that thro ' the world Wander like winds have found a human home , All tend to perfect happiness , and urge The restless wheels of being on their way , Whose flashing spokes , instinct with infinite ...
... strange state Before the naked powers that thro ' the world Wander like winds have found a human home , All tend to perfect happiness , and urge The restless wheels of being on their way , Whose flashing spokes , instinct with infinite ...
Pàgina 16
... strange tears Uniting with those breathless kisses , made Such magic as compels the charmed night To render up thy charge : . . . and , though ne'er yet Thou hast unveiled thy inmost sanctuary , Enough from incommunicable dream , 25 31 ...
... strange tears Uniting with those breathless kisses , made Such magic as compels the charmed night To render up thy charge : . . . and , though ne'er yet Thou hast unveiled thy inmost sanctuary , Enough from incommunicable dream , 25 31 ...
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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.