The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volum 1E. Moxon, 1866 - 715 pàgines |
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Pàgina 7
... shadow , Were scarce so thin , so slight ; but the fair star That gems the glittering coronet of morn , Sheds not a light so mild , so powerful , As that which , bursting from the Fairy's form , Spread a purpureal halo round the scene ...
... shadow , Were scarce so thin , so slight ; but the fair star That gems the glittering coronet of morn , Sheds not a light so mild , so powerful , As that which , bursting from the Fairy's form , Spread a purpureal halo round the scene ...
Pàgina 152
... shadow of her wings Folds all thy memory doth inherit From ruin of divinest things , Feelings that lure thee to betray And light of thoughts that pass away . For thou hast earned a mighty boon ; The truths which wisest poets see Dimly ...
... shadow of her wings Folds all thy memory doth inherit From ruin of divinest things , Feelings that lure thee to betray And light of thoughts that pass away . For thou hast earned a mighty boon ; The truths which wisest poets see Dimly ...
Pàgina 160
... shadow , and the darkness of thy steps , And my heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy deep mysteries . I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins , where black death Keeps record of the trophies won from thee , Hoping to still these ...
... shadow , and the darkness of thy steps , And my heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy deep mysteries . I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins , where black death Keeps record of the trophies won from thee , Hoping to still these ...
Pàgina 162
... shadow , has pursued , where'er The red volcano overcanopies Its fields of snow and pinnacles of ice With burning smoke : or where bitumen lakes On black bare pointed islets ever beat With sluggish surge , or where the secret caves ...
... shadow , has pursued , where'er The red volcano overcanopies Its fields of snow and pinnacles of ice With burning smoke : or where bitumen lakes On black bare pointed islets ever beat With sluggish surge , or where the secret caves ...
Pàgina 167
... thus driven By the bright shadow of that lovely dream , Beneath the cold glare of the desolate night , Through tangled swamps and deep precipitous dells , Startling with careless step the moon - light snake , THE SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE . 167.
... thus driven By the bright shadow of that lovely dream , Beneath the cold glare of the desolate night , Through tangled swamps and deep precipitous dells , Startling with careless step the moon - light snake , THE SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE . 167.
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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.