Select Poems of ShelleyGinn, 1898 - 387 pàgines |
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Pàgina viii
... NIGHT 219 THE WORLD'S WANDERERS 220 TO THE MOON 220 TIME LONG PAST 221 SONNET ( " Ye hasten to the grave ! What seek ye there " ) 221 DIRGE FOR THE YEAR 222 TIME TO NIGHT 223 223 FROM THE ARABIC 225 TO EMILIA VIVIANI 226 EPIPSYCHIDION ...
... NIGHT 219 THE WORLD'S WANDERERS 220 TO THE MOON 220 TIME LONG PAST 221 SONNET ( " Ye hasten to the grave ! What seek ye there " ) 221 DIRGE FOR THE YEAR 222 TIME TO NIGHT 223 223 FROM THE ARABIC 225 TO EMILIA VIVIANI 226 EPIPSYCHIDION ...
Pàgina xx
... night were often employed in reading . It is no exaggeration to affirm that out of the twenty - four hours he frequently read sixteen . At Oxford his diligence in this respect was exemplary , but it greatly increased afterwards . " As ...
... night were often employed in reading . It is no exaggeration to affirm that out of the twenty - four hours he frequently read sixteen . At Oxford his diligence in this respect was exemplary , but it greatly increased afterwards . " As ...
Pàgina xl
... night , the 26th of February , we retired to bed between ten and eleven o'clock . We had been in bed about half an hour when Mr. S. heard a noise proceeding from one of the parlours . He immediately went downstairs with two pistols ...
... night , the 26th of February , we retired to bed between ten and eleven o'clock . We had been in bed about half an hour when Mr. S. heard a noise proceeding from one of the parlours . He immediately went downstairs with two pistols ...
Pàgina xli
... night ; the wind was as loud as thunder , and the rain descended in torrents . Nothing has been heard of him ; and we have every reason to believe it was no stranger , as there is a man of the name of Leeson , who the next morning that ...
... night ; the wind was as loud as thunder , and the rain descended in torrents . Nothing has been heard of him ; and we have every reason to believe it was no stranger , as there is a man of the name of Leeson , who the next morning that ...
Pàgina 4
... night makes a weird sound of its own stillness , Like an inspired and desperate alchymist 30 Staking his very life on some dark hope , Have I mixed awful talk and asking looks With my most innocent love , until strange tears Uniting ...
... night makes a weird sound of its own stillness , Like an inspired and desperate alchymist 30 Staking his very life on some dark hope , Have I mixed awful talk and asking looks With my most innocent love , until strange tears Uniting ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Adonais aërial Æschylus Alastor Aornos ASIA azure beauty beneath breath bright calm caverns caves clouds cold Dæmons dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine Dowden Dowden's dream earth echoes edition Epipsychidion eternal evil eyes faint fear feel fire fled flowers Forman gaze gentle Gisborne Godwin golden green Harriet heart heaven Hogg hope hour human ideal Jupiter leaves Leigh Hunt light living MAGNETIC LADY Mary Shelley mighty mind moon mountains mourns for Adonais nature never night o'er ocean pain pale PANTHEA Plato poem poet poet's poetic poetry Prometheus Prometheus Unbound Queen Mab Revolt of Islam Rossetti round scene SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley Shelley's sister sleep smiles soft song soul sound spirit stanza stars Stopford Brooke stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought throne Trelawny veil voice wandering waves weep wild wind wind-flowers wings words
Passatges populars
Pàgina 279 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Pàgina 182 - 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? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest - but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Pàgina 158 - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, 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 (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)...
Pàgina 178 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer...
Pàgina 268 - The splendours of the firmament of time May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not ; Like stars to their appointed height they climb, And death is a low mist which cannot blot The brightness it may veil. When lofty thought Lifts a young heart above its mortal lair, And love and life contend in it, for what Shall be its earthly doom, the dead live there, And move like winds of light on dark and stormy air.
Pàgina 276 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, — The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?
Pàgina 45 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Pàgina 177 - 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 noonday 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. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Pàgina 180 - 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. Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, singing hymns unbidden till the world is wrought to sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Pàgina 179 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air...