The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volum 1E. Moxon, 1866 - 715 pàgines |
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Pàgina i
... hand is more or less defective and incorrect , the imper- fections arising from the confused state and in- distinct writing of the papers from which these pieces were copied . An attempt has been made to amend the text in a few cases ...
... hand is more or less defective and incorrect , the imper- fections arising from the confused state and in- distinct writing of the papers from which these pieces were copied . An attempt has been made to amend the text in a few cases ...
Pàgina xxxiii
... hands into both his , in his usual fervent manner , he sat down and looked at me very earnestly , with a deep , though not melancholy interest in his face . We were sitting with our knees to the fire , to which we had been getting ...
... hands into both his , in his usual fervent manner , he sat down and looked at me very earnestly , with a deep , though not melancholy interest in his face . We were sitting with our knees to the fire , to which we had been getting ...
Pàgina xxxvii
... hands . So I would not have it from any other . It was burned with his remains . The body of his friend , Mr. Williams , was found near a tower , four miles distant from its companion . That of the other third party in the boat ...
... hands . So I would not have it from any other . It was burned with his remains . The body of his friend , Mr. Williams , was found near a tower , four miles distant from its companion . That of the other third party in the boat ...
Pàgina 29
... hand outstretched but to relieve ; Sunk reason's simple eloquence , that rolled But to appall the guilty . Yes ! the grave Hath quenched that eye , and death's relentless frost Withered that arm : but the unfading fame Which virtue ...
... hand outstretched but to relieve ; Sunk reason's simple eloquence , that rolled But to appall the guilty . Yes ! the grave Hath quenched that eye , and death's relentless frost Withered that arm : but the unfading fame Which virtue ...
Pàgina 30
... hands , Whose stakes are vice and misery . The man Of virtuous soul commands not , nor obeys . Power , like a desolating pestilence , Pollutes whate'er it touches ; and obedience , Bane of all genius , virtue , freedom , truth , Makes ...
... hands , Whose stakes are vice and misery . The man Of virtuous soul commands not , nor obeys . Power , like a desolating pestilence , Pollutes whate'er it touches ; and obedience , Bane of all genius , virtue , freedom , truth , Makes ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Ahasuerus ALASTOR amid beams beautiful behold beneath blood bosom breath bright burning calm Castle Goring child clouds cold coursers curse Cythna Dæmon dark death deep desolate despair Dieu disease doth dread dream earth eternal evil eyes fair faith falsehood fear feel fire flame fled frame frugivorous gaze grave happiness heard heart Heaven hope hopes and fears human hyæna Ianthe's Laon Leigh Hunt light lips living lone looks madness mankind mighty mind misery moon moral morning mountains nature night o'er ocean pale passion pause peace poem poison Queen Mab REVOLT OF ISLAM ruin shade shadow shape Shelley Shelley's shone silence slavery slaves sleep smile sophisms soul spirit stars stood strange stream sweet swift sympathy tears tempest thee thine things thou thought throne toil truth tyrant virtue voice waves whilst wild wind wings wonder youth καὶ
Passatges populars
Pàgina 203 - I will be wise, And just and free, and mild, if in me lies Such power ; for I grow weary to behold The selfish and the strong still tyrannize Without reproach or check.
Pàgina 157 - His mind is at length suddenly awakened, and thirsts for intercourse with an intelligence similar to itself. He images to himself the Being whom he loves. Conversant with speculations of the sublimest and most perfect natures, the vision in which he embodies his own imaginations unites all of wonderful or wise or beautiful which the poet, the philosopher, or the lover, could depicture.
Pàgina xxxii - For Heaven's sake let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings...
Pàgina 202 - Thoughts of great deeds were mine, dear friend, when first The clouds which wrap this world from youth did pass. I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh Maydawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass,. ,j And wept I knew not why ; until there rose From the near school-room, voices, that alas ! Were but one echo from a world of woes, The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.
Pàgina 9 - Instinct with inexpressible beauty and grace. Each stain of earthliness Had passed away, it reassumed Its native dignity, and stood Immortal amid ruin.
Pàgina 196 - But there must be a resemblance, which does not depend upon their own will, between all the writers of any particular age. They cannot escape from subjection to a common influence which arises out of an infinite combination of circumstances belonging to the times in which they live, though each is in a degree the author of the very influence by which his being is thus pervaded.
Pàgina 30 - Look on yonder earth : The golden harvests spring ; the unfailing sun Sheds light and life ; the fruits, the flowers, the trees, Arise in due succession ; all things speak Peace, harmony, and love. The universe, In nature's silent eloquence, declares That all fulfil the works of love and joy, — All but the outcast man.
Pàgina 178 - Thy searchless fountain and invisible course Have each their type in me : and the wide sky, And measureless ocean may declare as soon What oozy cavern or what wandering cloud Contains thy waters, as the universe Tell where these living thoughts reside, when stretched Upon thy flowers my bloodless limbs shall waste I...
Pàgina 15 - Peeps like a star o'er ocean's western edge, When those far clouds of feathery gold, Shaded with deepest purple, gleam Like islands on a dark blue sea; Then has thy fancy soared above the earth And furled its wearied wing 20 Within the Fairy's fane.
Pàgina 160 - Mother of this unfathomable world ! Favour my solemn song, for I have loved Thee ever, and thee only ; I have watched Thy shadow, and the darkness of thy steps, And my heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy deep mysteries.