The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1909 - 912 pàgines |
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... weep a loss that turns their lights to shade . It is a woe too deep for tears , ' when all Is reft at once , when some surpassing Spirit , Whose light adorned the world around it , leaves Those who remain behind , not sobs or groans ...
... weep a loss that turns their lights to shade . It is a woe too deep for tears , ' when all Is reft at once , when some surpassing Spirit , Whose light adorned the world around it , leaves Those who remain behind , not sobs or groans ...
Pàgina 49
... weep not ; and Wisdom had unrolled The clouds which hide the gulf of mortal woe , - To few can she that warning vision show- For I loved all things with intense devotion ; 460 465 So that when Hope's deep source in fullest flow , Like ...
... weep not ; and Wisdom had unrolled The clouds which hide the gulf of mortal woe , - To few can she that warning vision show- For I loved all things with intense devotion ; 460 465 So that when Hope's deep source in fullest flow , Like ...
Pàgina 50
... weep ; But as I moved , over my heart did creep A joy less soft , but more profound and strong Than my sweet dream ; and it forbade to keep The path of the sea - shore : that Spirit's tongue Seemed whispering in my heart , and bore my ...
... weep ; But as I moved , over my heart did creep A joy less soft , but more profound and strong Than my sweet dream ; and it forbade to keep The path of the sea - shore : that Spirit's tongue Seemed whispering in my heart , and bore my ...
Pàgina 57
... be said Calmly - that he like other men could weep 825 Tears which are lies , and could betray and spread Snares for that guileless heart which for his own had bled . XIX Then , had no great aim recompensed my sorrow CANTO II 57.
... be said Calmly - that he like other men could weep 825 Tears which are lies , and could betray and spread Snares for that guileless heart which for his own had bled . XIX Then , had no great aim recompensed my sorrow CANTO II 57.
Pàgina 64
... weep , But , pale , were calm with passion - thus subdued 1081 1085 1090 1095 1100 Like evening shades that o'er the mountains creep , 1105 We moved towards our home ; where , in this mood , Each from the other sought refuge in solitude ...
... weep , But , pale , were calm with passion - thus subdued 1081 1085 1090 1095 1100 Like evening shades that o'er the mountains creep , 1105 We moved towards our home ; where , in this mood , Each from the other sought refuge in solitude ...
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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.