PoemsMacmillan and Company, 1887 |
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xxi. oldal
... things he loved , slew their lover - a common fate - and we hear no more his singing . His work was done , and its twofold nature may well be imaged by the Sea that received into its uninhabited breast his uncompanioned spirit ; for ...
... things he loved , slew their lover - a common fate - and we hear no more his singing . His work was done , and its twofold nature may well be imaged by the Sea that received into its uninhabited breast his uncompanioned spirit ; for ...
xxv. oldal
... things seem true of Rosalind and Helen , and of those political poems which are direct attacks on abuses in England . On the other hand , when Shelley wrote on these evils in- directly , inspired by the opposing truths , concerned with ...
... things seem true of Rosalind and Helen , and of those political poems which are direct attacks on abuses in England . On the other hand , when Shelley wrote on these evils in- directly , inspired by the opposing truths , concerned with ...
xxvi. oldal
... things opposed are the same , the doctrine is the same , but the whole method of approaching his idea and fulfilling its form is changed , and all the ques- tions are brought into that artistic representation which stirs around them ...
... things opposed are the same , the doctrine is the same , but the whole method of approaching his idea and fulfilling its form is changed , and all the ques- tions are brought into that artistic representation which stirs around them ...
xxxiv. oldal
... things , what was said of Shelley's move- ments to and fro in the house at Lerici is true of his movement through the house of thought or of feeling . " Oh , he comes and goes like a spirit , no one knows when or where . " But it ...
... things , what was said of Shelley's move- ments to and fro in the house at Lerici is true of his movement through the house of thought or of feeling . " Oh , he comes and goes like a spirit , no one knows when or where . " But it ...
xxxix. oldal
... things in Nature with astonishing individuality . When he wrote of the Cloud , or of Arethusa , or of the Moon , or of the Earth , as distinct existences , he was not led away from their solitary personality by any universal existence ...
... things in Nature with astonishing individuality . When he wrote of the Cloud , or of Arethusa , or of the Moon , or of the Earth , as distinct existences , he was not led away from their solitary personality by any universal existence ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Adonais aërial æther Alastor ANTISTROPHE Aornos Apennine art thou awakened azure beams beasts warred beauty beneath bird blood blue bowers breath bright calm cave caverns clouds cold Dæmons dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON despair didst divine doth dreams earth EPODE eternal eyes faint fear fire fled fleeting river float flowers gaze gentle gleam golden grave green grey heart heaven hope hopes and fears human Italy kisses leaves light living lone mighty mist moon mountains night nurslings o'er ocean Ozymandias pale passion past poem poet rain Revolt of Islam round SEMICHORUS Serchio serene shadow Shelley Shelley's sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stars storm stream sunfire sweet sweet emotion swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought thro veil vision voice wandering waves weep wert Whilst wild wind wingèd wings woods
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75. oldal - From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds 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.
75. oldal - 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...
179. oldal - 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...
82. oldal - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing...
171. oldal - 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...
5. oldal - 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.
77. oldal - Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these. I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone, And the moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
172. oldal - The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre...
82. oldal - 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.
167. oldal - Yielding not, wounded the invisible Palms of her tender feet where'er they fell. And barbed tongues, and thoughts more sharp than they, Rent the soft form they never could repel, Whose sacred blood, like the young tears of May, Paved with eternal flowers that undeserving way.