The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley in Verse and Prose, how First Brought Together with Many Pieces Not Before Published, Volum 1Reeves and Turner, 1880 |
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Pàgina xxvi
... frame seemed to vibrate in unison with the deeper life of nature in the world around him , and , like the wandering harp , he was swept to music by every breath of material beauty , every gust of poetic emotion . Above all , he had a ...
... frame seemed to vibrate in unison with the deeper life of nature in the world around him , and , like the wandering harp , he was swept to music by every breath of material beauty , every gust of poetic emotion . Above all , he had a ...
Pàgina 7
... frame Had often drooped , and then erect again 90 30 95 100 With shews of health had mocked forebodings dark ; — 105 Watching the changes of that quivering spark , I feared and hoped , and dared to trust at length , 1 This and the ...
... frame Had often drooped , and then erect again 90 30 95 100 With shews of health had mocked forebodings dark ; — 105 Watching the changes of that quivering spark , I feared and hoped , and dared to trust at length , 1 This and the ...
Pàgina 15
... frame of his conceptions , and affords to their modifications a variety not to be ex- hausted . So long as it is possible for his desires to point towards objects thus infinite and unmeasured , he is joyous , and tranquil , and self ...
... frame of his conceptions , and affords to their modifications a variety not to be ex- hausted . So long as it is possible for his desires to point towards objects thus infinite and unmeasured , he is joyous , and tranquil , and self ...
Pàgina 26
... frame A permeating fire : wild numbers then She raised , with voice stifled in tremulous sobs Subdued by its own pathos : her fair hands Were bare alone , sweeping from some strange harp 1 So in Shelley's edition , but him- self in Mrs ...
... frame A permeating fire : wild numbers then She raised , with voice stifled in tremulous sobs Subdued by its own pathos : her fair hands Were bare alone , sweeping from some strange harp 1 So in Shelley's edition , but him- self in Mrs ...
Pàgina 27
... frame in her dissolving arms . Now blackness veiled his dizzy eyes , and night Involved and swallowed up the vision ; sleep , Like a dark flood suspended in its course , Rolled back its impulse on his vacant brain . Roused by the shock ...
... frame in her dissolving arms . Now blackness veiled his dizzy eyes , and night Involved and swallowed up the vision ; sleep , Like a dark flood suspended in its course , Rolled back its impulse on his vacant brain . Roused by the shock ...
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley in Verse and Prose, how First ..., Volum 4 Percy Bysshe Shelley Visualització completa - 1880 |
The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley in Verse and Prose, how First ..., Volum 7 Percy Bysshe Shelley Visualització completa - 1880 |
The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley in Verse and Prose, how First ..., Volum 5 Percy Bysshe Shelley Visualització completa - 1880 |
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Alastor altered amid beams beautiful 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 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 Ozymandias pale pause PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Percy Shelley poem poet printed printer Queen Mab 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 tyrants vast voice wandering waves weep wild winds wings word
Passatges populars
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 374 - Of life, at that sweet time when winds are wooing All vital things that wake to bring News of birds and blossoming, Sudden, thy shadow fell on me ; I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy ! I vowed that I would dedicate my powers To thee and thine : have I not kept the vow...
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 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 xl - Yet wherefore ? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep, Like his, a mute and uncomplaining sleep ; For he is gone where all things wise and fair Descend. Oh dream not that the amorous deep Will yet restore him to the vital air ; Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.
Pàgina 376 - 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 Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed : And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
Pàgina 103 - Without reproach or check." 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 King, with gathered brow and lips Wreathed by long scorn, did inly sneer and frown With hue like that when some great painter dips His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse.
Pàgina 372 - Why fear and dream and death and birth Cast on the daylight of this earth Such gloom, why man has such a scope For love and hate, despondency and hope...
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.