The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley in Verse and Prose, Now First Brought Together with Many Pieces Not Before Published, Volum 1Reeves and Turner, 1880 |
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The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley in Verse and Prose, Now First ..., Volum 1 Percy Bysshe Shelley Visualització completa - 1880 |
The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley in Verse and Prose, Now First ..., Volum 1 Percy Bysshe Shelley Visualització completa - 1880 |
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Alastor amid beams beneath beside blood 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 flowers gaze gleam heard heart Heaven hope human Laon and Cythna Leigh Hunt light lips living lone looks mighty Mont Blanc moon morn mountains night nursling o'er ocean original edition pale passage pause PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Percy Shelley poem poet printed printer's Queen Mab revision Revolt of Islam rhyme Rosalind and Helen Rossetti sate seems sense shade shadow 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 tyrant vast voice wandering waves weep wild winds word
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Pàgina 370 - again. HYMN TO INTELLECTUAL BEAUTY. 1 THE awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats tho' unseen amongst 2 us,—visiting This various world with as inconstant wing As summer winds that creep from flower to flower,— Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower, 1 This poem was published in The
Pàgina xxvii - 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 21 - winter robing with pure snow and crowns Of starry ice the gray grass and bare boughs; 10 If spring's voluptuous pantings when she breathes Her first sweet kisses, have been dear to me; If no bright bird, insect, or gentle beast I consciously have injured, but still loved And cherished these my kindred; then forgive
Pàgina 358 - 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, 10 And behind the tempest fleet Hurries on with lightning feet, Eiving sail, and cord, and plank, Till the ship has almost drank Death from the o'er-brimming deep;
Pàgina 46 - Those who remain behind, not sobs 2 or groans, The passionate tumult of a clinging hope; But pale despair and cold tranquillity, Nature's vast frame, the web of human things, Birth and the grave, that are not as they were. 720 1 Light for lights in Mrs. Shelley's nor
Pàgina 374 - Of studious zeal or love's 2 delight Outwatched with me the envious night— They know that never joy illumed my brow Unlinked with hope that thou wouldst free This world from its dark slavery, That thou—0 awful LOVELINESS, Wouldst give whate'er these words cannot express. 3 1
Pàgina 365 - As divinest Shakespeare's might Fills Avon and the world with light Like omniscient power which he Imaged 'mid mortality; As the love from Petrarch's urn, 200 Yet amid yon hills doth burn, A quenchless lamp by which the heart Sees things unearthly;—so thou art Mighty spirit—so shall be / The City that did refuge thee.
Pàgina 26 - Had flushed his cheek. He dreamed a veiled maid Sate near him, talking in low solemn tones. Her voice was like the voice of his own soul Heard in the calm of thought; its music long, Like woven sounds of streams and breezes, held
Pàgina 44 - Eclipses it, was now that wondrous 1 frame— «« No sense, no motion, no divinity— A fragile lute, on whose harmonious strings The breath of heaven did wander—a bright stream Once fed with many-voiced waves—a dream Of youth, which night and time have quenched for ever, e:o Still, dark, and dry, and unremembered now.
Pàgina 364 - the might of evil dreams, Found a nest in thee; and Ocean Welcomed him with such emotion That its joy grew his, and sprung From his lips like music flung O'er a mighty thunder-fit Chastening terror:—what though yet Poesy's unfailing Eiver, Which thro' Albion winds for ever Lashing with melodious wave Many a sacred Poet's grave,