Poems from ShelleyMacmillan, 1880 - 340 pàgines |
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Pàgina 17
... waves . Following his eager soul , the wanderer Leaped in the boat , he spread his cloak aloft On the bare mast , and took his lonely seat , And felt the boat speed o'er the tranquil sea Like a torn cloud before the hurricane . As one ...
... waves . Following his eager soul , the wanderer Leaped in the boat , he spread his cloak aloft On the bare mast , and took his lonely seat , And felt the boat speed o'er the tranquil sea Like a torn cloud before the hurricane . As one ...
Pàgina 18
... wave ruining on wave , and blast on blast Descending , and black flood on whirlpool driven With dark obliterating course , he sate : As if their genii were the ministers Appointed to conduct him to the light Of those belovèd eyes , the ...
... wave ruining on wave , and blast on blast Descending , and black flood on whirlpool driven With dark obliterating course , he sate : As if their genii were the ministers Appointed to conduct him to the light Of those belovèd eyes , the ...
Pàgina 19
... waves Bursting and eddying irresistibly Rage and resound for ever . - Who shall save ? — The boat fled on , the boiling torrent drove— The crags closed round with black and jaggèd arms , The shattered mountain overhung the sea , And ...
... waves Bursting and eddying irresistibly Rage and resound for ever . - Who shall save ? — The boat fled on , the boiling torrent drove— The crags closed round with black and jaggèd arms , The shattered mountain overhung the sea , And ...
Pàgina 20
... wave Of the boat's motion marred their pensive task , Which nought but vagrant bird , or wanton wind , Or falling spear - grass , or their own decay Had e'er disturbed before . The Poet longed To deck with their bright hues his withered ...
... wave Of the boat's motion marred their pensive task , Which nought but vagrant bird , or wanton wind , Or falling spear - grass , or their own decay Had e'er disturbed before . The Poet longed To deck with their bright hues his withered ...
Pàgina 22
... wave , Images all the woven boughs above , And each depending leaf , and every speck Of azure sky , darting between their chasms ; Nor aught else in the liquid mirror laves Its portraiture , but some inconstant star Between one foliaged ...
... wave , Images all the woven boughs above , And each depending leaf , and every speck Of azure sky , darting between their chasms ; Nor aught else in the liquid mirror laves Its portraiture , but some inconstant star Between one foliaged ...
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Adonais Alastor ANTISTROPHE Apennine azure beams beautiful beneath birds blue bowers breast breath bright calm cave caverns clouds cold Dæmons dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON dream earth EPODE eternal eyes faint fire flame fled float flowers folded palm forest gaze gentle glow golden golden air grave green grew grey heart heaven hope human isles kiss leaves light lips living Maddalo mist Mont Blanc moon mortal mountains Nature never night nursling o'er ocean odour pale Pantheism passion pinnace poem poet Prometheus Unbound rain Revolt of Islam round SEMICHORUS Sensitive Plant shadow Shelley Shelley's silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spirit of Solitude splendour stars storm stream sweet swift tears thee thine things thou art thought thro tremble truth vapour veil verse vision voice wandering waves weep wild wind wind-flowers wings woods
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Pàgina 311 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth...
Pàgina 77 - With a sweet emotion ; Nothing in the world is single ; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle...
Pàgina v - I crossed a moor, with a name of its own And a certain use in the world no doubt, Yet a hand's-breadth of it shines alone 'Mid the blank miles round about...
Pàgina 131 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire...
Pàgina 151 - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing; And thine doth like an angel sit Beside a helm conducting it; Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing.
Pàgina 302 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men ; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell ; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, ActEeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Pàgina 143 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noon-day dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Pàgina 309 - Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill...
Pàgina 5 - 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 1 - It visits with inconstant glance Each human heart and countenance ; Like hues and harmonies of evening, Like clouds in starlight widely spread, Like memory of music fled, Like aught that for its grace may be Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery.