Miscellaneous Poems |
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Pàgina 50
And walked with inward glory crowned Nor fame , nor power , nor love , nor leisure . Others I see whom these surround Smiling they live and call life pleasure ;To me that cup has been dealt in another measure . Yet now despair itself is ...
And walked with inward glory crowned Nor fame , nor power , nor love , nor leisure . Others I see whom these surround Smiling they live and call life pleasure ;To me that cup has been dealt in another measure . Yet now despair itself is ...
Què en diuen els usuaris - Escriviu una ressenya
No hem trobat cap ressenya als llocs habituals.
Frases i termes més freqüents
beams beauty birds blood blue brain breath bright calm caves clear clouds cold coming dark dead dear death deep delight divine dream dying earth eyes faint fear feel fire fled flow flowers forest gentle gleams glory gone grass grave green grew grief hair hate heard heart heaven hopes Italy kiss leaves light live look lost mind moon morning motion mountains move never night o'er ocean once pale passed past peace pine rain rocks rolled rose round sail scene seems shadow shapes silent sleep smile snow soft SONG soon sorrow sound SPEAKER spirit spring stars storm strange stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thoughts truth veil voice wake wandering waters waves weep Whilst wild wind wings winter woods
Passatges populars
Pàgina 129 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Pàgina 131 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground...
Pàgina 2 - THE fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?
Pàgina 39 - Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Pàgina 10 - One word is too often profaned For me to profane it ; One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it ; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother ; And pity from thee more dear Than that from another. I can give not what men call love : But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above, And the Heavens reject not : The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?' (1821.) LAST CHORUS OF
Pàgina 129 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Pàgina 50 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Pàgina 130 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine! I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Pàgina 90 - THE everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves. Now dark — now glittering — now reflecting gloom — Now lending splendour, where from secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings Of waters, — with a sound but half its own...
Pàgina 130 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be ; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Informació bibliogràfica
| Títol | Miscellaneous Poems |
| Autor | Percy Bysshe Shelley |
| Editor | William Benbow, 1826 |
| Original de | Universitat d’Oxford |
| Digitalitzat el | 3 Ag. 2007 |
| Nre. de pàgines | 144 pàgines |
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