The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: Alastor. Laon and Cythna. Rosalind and HelenReeves and Turner, 1876 |
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Pàgina 25
... spread her matting for his couch , and stole From duties and repose to tend his steps : - Enamoured , yet not daring for deep awe To speak her love : -and watched his nightly sleep , Sleepless herself , to gaze upon his lips Parted in ...
... spread her matting for his couch , and stole From duties and repose to tend his steps : - Enamoured , yet not daring for deep awe To speak her love : -and watched his nightly sleep , Sleepless herself , to gaze upon his lips Parted in ...
Pàgina 27
... spread his arms to meet Her panting bosom ... she drew back a while , Then , yielding to the irresistible joy , With frantic gesture and short breathless cry Folded his frame in her dissolving arms . Now blackness veiled his dizzy eyes ...
... spread his arms to meet Her panting bosom ... she drew back a while , Then , yielding to the irresistible joy , With frantic gesture and short breathless cry Folded his frame in her dissolving arms . Now blackness veiled his dizzy eyes ...
Pàgina 31
... spread his cloak aloft On the bare mast , and took his lonely seat , And felt the boat speed o'er the tranquil sea Like a torn cloud before the hurricane . As one that in a silver vision floats Obedient to the sweep of odorous winds ...
... spread his cloak aloft On the bare mast , and took his lonely seat , And felt the boat speed o'er the tranquil sea Like a torn cloud before the hurricane . As one that in a silver vision floats Obedient to the sweep of odorous winds ...
Pàgina 36
... spread their glories to the gaze of noon . Hither the Poet came . His eyes beheld Their own wan light through the reflected lines Of his thin hair , distinct in the dark depth Of that still fountain ; as the human heart , 1 It is worth ...
... spread their glories to the gaze of noon . Hither the Poet came . His eyes beheld Their own wan light through the reflected lines Of his thin hair , distinct in the dark depth Of that still fountain ; as the human heart , 1 It is worth ...
Pàgina 68
... spread Its floors of flashing light , Its vast and azure dome ; And on the verge of that obscure abyss Where crystal battlements o'erhang the gulph Of the dark world , ten thousand spheres diffuse Their lustre through its adamantine ...
... spread Its floors of flashing light , Its vast and azure dome ; And on the verge of that obscure abyss Where crystal battlements o'erhang the gulph Of the dark world , ten thousand spheres diffuse Their lustre through its adamantine ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Alastor amid beams beautiful beneath beside blood bosom breath bright burst calm Canto child clouds comma copy Dæmon dark dead death deep despair doth dream earth earthquakes light eyes fair faith fear flame fled gaze gleam heard heart Heaven hope human Laon and Cythna Leigh Hunt light lips living lone looks mighty Mont Blanc moon morn mountains night o'er ocean original edition pale pause PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Percy Shelley poem poet printed printer's Queen Mab Revolt of Islam rhyme Rosalind and Helen Rossetti sate seems sense shade shadow shape Shelley Shelley's edition shone silent slaves sleep smile solitude soul sound spelt spirit SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE stanza stars stood strange stream sweet swift tears thee thine things thou thought thro throne truth tyrants vast voice wandering waves weep wild winds wings word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 372 - Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, where art thou gone ? Why dost thou pass away and leave our state, This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate...
Pàgina 358 - Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, Never thus could voyage on — Day and night, and night and day, Drifting on his dreary way, With the solid darkness black Closing round his vessel's track; Whilst above the sunless sky, Big with clouds, hangs heavily...
Pàgina xxvii - On a poet's lips I slept, Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept. Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses. He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom, Nor heed nor see what things they be : But from these create he can Forms more real than living man, Nurslings of immortality.
Pàgina 376 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read...
Pàgina 103 - I then controlled My tears, my heart grew calm, and I was meek and bold. And from that hour did I with earnest thought Heap knowledge from forbidden mines of lore, Yet nothing that my tyrants knew or taught I cared to learn, but from that secret store Wrought linked armour for my soul, before It might walk forth to war among mankind...
Pàgina 182 - But on her forehead, and within her eye Lay beauty, which makes hearts that feed thereon Sick with excess of sweetness ; on the throne She leaned ; — the...
Pàgina 23 - By solemn vision and bright silver dream His infancy was nurtured. Every sight And sound from the vast earth and ambient air Sent to his heart its choicest impulses. The fountains of divine philosophy Fled not his thirsting lips : and all of great Or good or lovely which the sacred past In truth or fable consecrates he felt And knew.
Pàgina 75 - The wilderness has a mysterious tongue Which teaches awful doubt, — or faith so mild, So solemn, so serene, that Man may be, But for such faith, with Nature reconciled. Thou hast a voice, great Mountain, to repeal Large codes of fraud and woe; not understood By all, but which the wise and great and good Interpret, or make felt, or deeply feel.
Pàgina 37 - A Spirit seemed To stand beside him — clothed in no bright robes Of shadowy silver or enshrining light, Borrowed from aught the visible world affords Of grace, or majesty, or mystery; — But undulating woods, and silent well, And leaping rivulet, and evening gloom Now deepening the dark shades, for speech assuming, Held commune with him, as if he and it Were all that was, — only . . . when his regard Was raised by intense pensiveness, . . . two eyes, Two starry eyes, hung in the gloom of thought,...
Pàgina 369 - mid lawny hills Which the wild sea-murmur fills, And soft sunshine, and the sound Of old forests echoing round, And the light and smell divine Of all flowers that breathe and shine.