 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...  Poems, selected and arranged by S.A. Brooke - Pàgina 5per Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1880Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Thomas R. Frosch - 2007 - 368 pàgines
...persists in the world. The Fourth Spirit sings of the poet, who, rather than pursuing "mortal blisses," feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's...gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees i' the ivy-bloom Nor heed nor see, what things they be; But from these create he can Forms more real... | |
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