The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyEdward Moxon, 1840 - 363 pàgines |
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Pàgina xiv
... DREAM TO CONSTANTIA SINGING TO CONSTANTIA DEATH SONNET . - OZYMANDIAS ON F. G. LINES TO A CRITIC LINES . NOTE BY THE EDITOR PAGE 193 ib . . 194 ib . ib . . 195 ib . . 196 197 198 ib . 199 ib . . 200 ib . 201 ib . . 202 203 ib . ib . ib ...
... DREAM TO CONSTANTIA SINGING TO CONSTANTIA DEATH SONNET . - OZYMANDIAS ON F. G. LINES TO A CRITIC LINES . NOTE BY THE EDITOR PAGE 193 ib . . 194 ib . ib . . 195 ib . . 196 197 198 ib . 199 ib . . 200 ib . 201 ib . . 202 203 ib . ib . ib ...
Pàgina 2
... dreams , When silveryclouds float through the wildered brain , When every sight of lovely , wild and grand , Astonishes ... dream ? Is this new feeling But a visioned ghost of slumber ? If indeed I am a soul , A free , a disembodied soul ...
... dreams , When silveryclouds float through the wildered brain , When every sight of lovely , wild and grand , Astonishes ... dream ? Is this new feeling But a visioned ghost of slumber ? If indeed I am a soul , A free , a disembodied soul ...
Pàgina 3
... dream of her mortal life , Each frenzied vision of the slumbers That closed each well - spent day , Seemed now to meet reality . The Fairy and the Soul proceeded ; The silver clouds disparted ; And as the car of magic they ascended ...
... dream of her mortal life , Each frenzied vision of the slumbers That closed each well - spent day , Seemed now to meet reality . The Fairy and the Soul proceeded ; The silver clouds disparted ; And as the car of magic they ascended ...
Pàgina 9
... dream of sensualism ? Thy manhood blighted with unripe disease ? Are not thy views of unregretted death Drear , comfortless , and horrible ? Thy mind , Is it not morbid as thy nerveless frame , Incapable of judgment , hope , or love ...
... dream of sensualism ? Thy manhood blighted with unripe disease ? Are not thy views of unregretted death Drear , comfortless , and horrible ? Thy mind , Is it not morbid as thy nerveless frame , Incapable of judgment , hope , or love ...
Pàgina 16
... dream more joy than all ; Whose keen sensations thrill within his breast To mingle with a loftier instinet there , Lending their power to pleasure and to pain , Yet raising , sharpening , and refining each ; Who stands amid the ever ...
... dream more joy than all ; Whose keen sensations thrill within his breast To mingle with a loftier instinet there , Lending their power to pleasure and to pain , Yet raising , sharpening , and refining each ; Who stands amid the ever ...
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The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volum 3 Percy Bysshe Shelley Visualització completa - 1847 |
The poetical works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, ed. by mrs. Shelley ..., Volum 3 Percy Bysshe Shelley Visualització completa - 1862 |
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AHASUERUS Apennine art thou beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath blood bosom brain breast breath bright burning calm Cenci child clouds cold curse dæmon dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine doth dream earth eternal EUGANEAN HILLS eyes faint fair fear fire flame flowers gentle gleam grave green grew grey grief hair hate heard heart heaven hope human Italy lady Laon light lips living lone looked Lord Byron LUCRETIA mighty mind moon mountains Naples never night nursling o'er ocean pain pale PANTHEA passion Peter Bell Pisa poem PROMETHEUS Queen Mab rain round sate scorn SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley silent slaves sleep smile soft soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne tower truth twas tyrants veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings words
Passatges populars
Pàgina 260 - 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.
Pàgina 259 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Pàgina 299 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how?
Pàgina 292 - Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me ? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side ? Wouldst thou me ? And I replied, No, not thee...
Pàgina 259 - Philosophy 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 another's being mingle. Why not I with thine...
Pàgina 289 - Now thou art dead, as if it were a part Of thee, my Adonais! I would give All that I am to be as thou now art! But I am chained to Time, and cannot thence depart!
Pàgina 260 - 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...
Pàgina 291 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou!
Pàgina 260 - 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. What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Pàgina 259 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit...