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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Pàgina 9
... too ! ... for thy voice was hushed ; but , as the pen has not been drawn through either of the readings , I leave Mrs. Shelley's in the text . With aspirations heaves no more - a part Of1 heaven A POEM ON SHELLEY'S DEATH . 9.
... too ! ... for thy voice was hushed ; but , as the pen has not been drawn through either of the readings , I leave Mrs. Shelley's in the text . With aspirations heaves no more - a part Of1 heaven A POEM ON SHELLEY'S DEATH . 9.
Pàgina 10
... heaven - resumèd past thou art become , Thy spirit waits with his in ALASTOR , OR THE SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE , & c. 1 The word the is inserted after Of in Hunt's writing : it does not seem to me an improvement . 2 I cannot find a more ...
... heaven - resumèd past thou art become , Thy spirit waits with his in ALASTOR , OR THE SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE , & c. 1 The word the is inserted after Of in Hunt's writing : it does not seem to me an improvement . 2 I cannot find a more ...
Pàgina 24
... heaven And the green earth lost in his heart its claims To love and wonder ; he would linger long In lonesome vales , making the wild his home , Until the doves and squirrels would partake From his innocuous hand his bloodless food ...
... heaven And the green earth lost in his heart its claims To love and wonder ; he would linger long In lonesome vales , making the wild his home , Until the doves and squirrels would partake From his innocuous hand his bloodless food ...
Pàgina 27
... heaven that canopied his bower Of yesternight ? The sounds that soothed his sleep , So in Shelley's edition and in the Shelley's first edition of 1839 and Posthumous Poems , but sank in Mrs. onwards . The mystery and the majesty of ...
... heaven that canopied his bower Of yesternight ? The sounds that soothed his sleep , So in Shelley's edition and in the Shelley's first edition of 1839 and Posthumous Poems , but sank in Mrs. onwards . The mystery and the majesty of ...
Pàgina 28
... heaven . The spirit of sweet human love has sent A vision to the sleep of him who spurned Her choicest gifts . He eagerly pursues Beyond the realms of dream that fleeting shade ; He overleaps the bounds.1 Alas ! alas ! Were limbs , and ...
... heaven . The spirit of sweet human love has sent A vision to the sleep of him who spurned Her choicest gifts . He eagerly pursues Beyond the realms of dream that fleeting shade ; He overleaps the bounds.1 Alas ! alas ! Were limbs , and ...
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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 |
The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley in Verse and Prose: Now First Brought ... H Buxton 1842-1917 Forman Previsualització no disponible - 2015 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
Alastor amid beams beautiful beneath beside blood breath bright burst calm Canto child clouds comma Dæmon dark dead death deep despair doth dream earth earthquakes light eyes fair fear feel flame fled flow frame full stop gaze gleam heart Heaven hope human Laon and Cythna Leigh Hunt light lips living lone looks MARY WOLLSTONECRAFT SHELLEY mighty mind Mont Blanc moon morn mountains multitude night o'er ocean original edition pale pause PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Percy Shelley poem poet Queen Mab Revolt of Islam Rossetti ruin sate seems sense shade shadow shape Shelley Shelley's edition shone silent slaves sleep smile solitude soul sound 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 words youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 373 - Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been! Thus let thy power, which like the truth Of nature on my passive youth Descended, to my onward life supply Its calm — to one who worships thee, And every form containing thee, Whom, SPIRIT fair, thy spells did bind To fear himself, and love all human kind.
Pàgina 374 - 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 101 - 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 371 - While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead.
Pàgina 371 - 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 not; When, musing deeply on the lot 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!
Pàgina 75 - The secret strength of things Which governs thought, and to the infinite dome Of heaven is as a law...
Pàgina 374 - ... 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 366 - The rough, dark-skirted wilderness; The dun and bladed grass no less, Pointing from this hoary tower In the windless air; the flower Glimmering at my feet; the line...
Pàgina 370 - 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.
Pàgina 38 - On every side now rose Rocks, which in unimaginable forms Lifted their black and barren pinnacles In the light of evening, and its precipice Obscuring the ravine, disclosed above, 'Mid toppling stones, black gulfs, and yawning caves, Whose windings gave ten thousand various tongues To the loud stream.