Poems, selected and arranged by S.A. Brooke |
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Pàgina xvii
... being was married for creative work , did not last long . The two elements always tended to separate , and now the special Shelley element , which fled from man into the recesses of his own heart , or communed with PREFACE . xvii.
... being was married for creative work , did not last long . The two elements always tended to separate , and now the special Shelley element , which fled from man into the recesses of his own heart , or communed with PREFACE . xvii.
Pàgina liv
... are not captives - the Prophets of Mankind , who touched the world with flame , and then fled back to their native noon ; who put aside the diadem ; who were not victims of Life , because they despised all that Life could offer ...
... are not captives - the Prophets of Mankind , who touched the world with flame , and then fled back to their native noon ; who put aside the diadem ; who were not victims of Life , because they despised all that Life could offer ...
Pàgina 1
... 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 .
... 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 10
The fountains of divine philosophy Fled not his thirsting lips , and all of great , Or good , or lovely , which the sacred past In truth or fable consecrates , he felt And knew . When early youth had past , he left His cold fireside and ...
The fountains of divine philosophy Fled not his thirsting lips , and all of great , Or good , or lovely , which the sacred past In truth or fable consecrates , he felt And knew . When early youth had past , he left His cold fireside and ...
Pàgina 13
... the clear and garish hills , The distinct valley and the vacant woods , Spread round him where he stood . Whither have fled The hues of heaven that canopied his bower Of yesternight THE SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE . 13.
... the clear and garish hills , The distinct valley and the vacant woods , Spread round him where he stood . Whither have fled The hues of heaven that canopied his bower Of yesternight THE SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE . 13.
Què en diuen els usuaris - Escriviu una ressenya
No hem trobat cap ressenya als llocs habituals.
Frases i termes més freqüents
beams beautiful beneath birds blue breath bright calm cave clouds cold dark dead dear death deep delight dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear feel fire fled float flow flowers follow forest gentle golden grave green grew grey hear heart heaven hope human Italy kiss leaves less light lines lips living look mind moon morning mortal mountains move Nature never night NOTE o'er ocean once pain pale pass passion past poem rain rocks rose round seems shadow shapes Shelley silent sleep smile soft song soul sound speak spirit Spring stars storm stream sweet swift tears thee thine things thou thou art thought tower truth veil verse vision voice wandering waters waves weak weep wild wind wings woods young
Passatges populars
Pàgina 273 - 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 65 - With a sweet emotion ; Nothing in the world is single ; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle...
Pàgina 272 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Pàgina 102 - 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 288 - 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...
Pàgina 121 - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing...
Pàgina 271 - 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 296 - A BOOK OF GOLDEN DEEDS of All Times and All Countries. Gathered and Narrated Anew. By the Author of
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 120 - Life of Life, thy lips enkindle With their love the breath between them; And thy smiles before they dwindle Make the cold air fire; then screen them In those looks, where whoso gazes Faints, entangled in their mazes.
Informació bibliogràfica
| Títol | Poems, selected and arranged by S.A. Brooke Golden treasury series |
| Autor | Percy Bysshe Shelley |
| Editor | Stopford Augustus Brooke |
| Publicat | 1880 |
| Original de | Universitat d’Oxford |
| Digitalitzat el | 3 Ag. 2006 |
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