Rosalind and Helen, a Modern Eclogue: With Other PoemsC. and J. Ollier, Vere Street, Bond Street, 1819 - 72 pàgines |
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Rosalind and Helen: A Modern Eclogue, with Other Poems Percy Bysshe Shelley Visualització completa - 1888 |
Rosalind and Helen: A Modern Eclogue, with Other Poems Percy Bysshe Shelley Visualització completa - 1888 |
Rosalind and Helen: A Modern Eclogue : with Other Poems Percy Bysshe Shelley Visualització de fragments - 1975 |
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Pàgina 69 - While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Thro' many a listening chamber, cave and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead. I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed, I was not heard—I saw them
Pàgina 66 - And the love which heals all strife Circling, like the breath of life, All things in that sweet abode With its own mild brotherhood: They, not it would change; and soon 370 Every sprite beneath the moon Would repent its envy vain, And the earth grow young again. HYMN TO INTELLECTUAL BEAUTY. 1
Pàgina 70 - 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 Spelt
Pàgina 68 - No voice from some sublimer world hath ever To sage or poet these responses given— Therefore the names of Demon, Ghost, and Heaven, Remain the records of their vain endeavour, Frail spells—whose uttered charm might not avail to sever, From all we hear and all we see, Doubt, chance, and mutability. Thy light alone—like mist o'er mountains driven,
Pàgina 69 - dream. Love, Hope, and Self-esteem, like clouds depart And come, for some uncertain moments lent. Man were immortal, and omnipotent, Didst thou, unknown and awful as thou art, Keep with thy glorious train firm state within his heart. Thou messenger of sympathies, That wax and wane in lovers
Pàgina 58 - Flies, as once before it flew, O'er thine isles depopulate, And all is in its antient state, Save where many a palace gate With green sea-flowers overgrown iso Like a rock of ocean's own, Topples o'er the abandoned sea As the tides change sullenly. 1 As to this beautiful epithet
Pàgina 70 - me; I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy I 1 I vowed that I would dedicate my powers To thee and thine—have I not kept the vow ? With beating heart and streaming eyes, even now I call the phantoms of a thousand hours Each from his voiceless grave : they have in visioned howers Of studious zeal or love's
Pàgina 54 - 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
Pàgina 69 - not in the original draft. 3 In the Rosalind and Helen verSudden,thy shadow fell on me; I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy I 1 I vowed that I would dedicate my powers To thee and thine—have I not kept the vow
Pàgina 58 - Ocean's child, and then his queen; Now is come a darker day, And thou soon must be his prey, If the power that raised thee here Hallow so thy watery bier. 120 A less drear ruin then than now, With thy conquest-branded brow Stooping to the slave of slaves From thy throne, among the waves Wilt thou be, when the sea-mew