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 xl
... DEEP WILL YET RESTORE HIM TO THE VITAL AIR , DEATH FEEDS ON HIS MUTE VOICE , AND LAUGHS AT OUR DESPAIR . ADONAIS . It should be noted that the reference to Byron is neces- sarily apocryphal , inasmuch as his Lordship had finally left ...
... DEEP WILL YET RESTORE HIM TO THE VITAL AIR , DEATH FEEDS ON HIS MUTE VOICE , AND LAUGHS AT OUR DESPAIR . ADONAIS . It should be noted that the reference to Byron is neces- sarily apocryphal , inasmuch as his Lordship had finally left ...
Pàgina 3
... deep wherein he bathed his head , My choice , my life , my hope together fled : - A wanderer here , no more I seek a home , The sky a vault , and Italy a tomb . Yet as some days a pilgrim I remain , -- Linked to my orphan child 2 by ...
... deep wherein he bathed his head , My choice , my life , my hope together fled : - A wanderer here , no more I seek a home , The sky a vault , and Italy a tomb . Yet as some days a pilgrim I remain , -- Linked to my orphan child 2 by ...
Pàgina 7
... deep lucid eyes , Were a reflection of these bluest skies ; Child of our hearts , divided in ill hour , We could not watch the bud's expanding flower , Now thou art gone , one guileless victim more , To the black death that rules this ...
... deep lucid eyes , Were a reflection of these bluest skies ; Child of our hearts , divided in ill hour , We could not watch the bud's expanding flower , Now thou art gone , one guileless victim more , To the black death that rules this ...
Pàgina 9
... Deep in the shelter of a lovely wood ; A voice then whispered a strange prophecy , My dearest , widowed friend , 2 that thou and I Should there together pass the weary day , As we before have done in Spezia's bay , 140 145 As through ...
... Deep in the shelter of a lovely wood ; A voice then whispered a strange prophecy , My dearest , widowed friend , 2 that thou and I Should there together pass the weary day , As we before have done in Spezia's bay , 140 145 As through ...
Pàgina 10
... deep ! While near his sea - weed pillow , My lonely watch I keep . From far across the sea , love , I hear a wild lament , By Echo's voice , for thee , love , From ocean's caverns sent : - O list ! O list ! O list ! The spirits of the deep ...
... deep ! While near his sea - weed pillow , My lonely watch I keep . From far across the sea , love , I hear a wild lament , By Echo's voice , for thee , love , From ocean's caverns sent : - O list ! O list ! O list ! The spirits of the deep ...
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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 |
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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.