Poems Selected from Percy Bysshe ShelleyKegan Paul, 1880 - 394 oldal |
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10. oldal
... delightful realms ? This doubt with sudden tide flowed on his heart , The insatiate hope which it awakened , stung His brain even like despair . While day - light held The sky , the Poet kept mute conference With his still soul . At ...
... delightful realms ? This doubt with sudden tide flowed on his heart , The insatiate hope which it awakened , stung His brain even like despair . While day - light held The sky , the Poet kept mute conference With his still soul . At ...
79. oldal
... delight Outwatched with me the envious night - They know that never joy illumed my brow Unlinked with hope that thou wouldst free This world from its dark slavery , That thou - O awful LOVELINESS , Wouldst give whate'er these words ...
... delight Outwatched with me the envious night - They know that never joy illumed my brow Unlinked with hope that thou wouldst free This world from its dark slavery , That thou - O awful LOVELINESS , Wouldst give whate'er these words ...
96. oldal
... delightful child , Come with me , though the wave is wild , And the winds are loose , we must not stay , Or the slaves of the law may rend thee away . II . They have taken thy brother and sister dear , They have made them unfit for thee ...
... delightful child , Come with me , though the wave is wild , And the winds are loose , we must not stay , Or the slaves of the law may rend thee away . II . They have taken thy brother and sister dear , They have made them unfit for thee ...
116. oldal
... delight . I love all waste And solitary places ; where we taste The pleasure of believing what we see Is boundless , as we wish our souls to be : And such was this wide ocean , and this shore More barren than its billows ; and yet more ...
... delight . I love all waste And solitary places ; where we taste The pleasure of believing what we see Is boundless , as we wish our souls to be : And such was this wide ocean , and this shore More barren than its billows ; and yet more ...
117. oldal
... delight broke forth Harmonizing with solitude , and sent Into our hearts aërial merriment . So , as we rode , we talked ; and the swift thought , Winging itself with laughter , lingered not , But flew from brain to brain , - such glee ...
... delight broke forth Harmonizing with solitude , and sent Into our hearts aërial merriment . So , as we rode , we talked ; and the swift thought , Winging itself with laughter , lingered not , But flew from brain to brain , - such glee ...
Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
Poems Selected from Percy Bysshe Shelley Richard Garnett,Chiswick Press Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Adonais ANTISTROPHE Apennine art thou azure beams beauty beneath billows blue bowers brain breast breath bright burning calm cave cavern chidden clouds cold Dæmon dark dead death deep delight divine doth dream earth EPODE eternal eyes faint fear fire flame flame transformed fled fleeting river flowers folded palm gentle gleam glow golden golden air grave green grew grey grief heart heaven hope hopes and fears isles kiss lamp leaves light lips living mighty moon morning mortal motion mountains mourns for Adonais murmur mute music never night nursling o'er ocean odour pale pinnace rain round Sensitive Plant shadow sigh silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit splendour stars stream sweet swift tears thee thine things thou art thought throne tower tremble veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wind-flowers wings woods
Népszerű szakaszok
185. oldal - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
93. oldal - Nothing / beside / remains. // Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, / The lone and level sands / stretch far away. JOHN GIELGUD'S PAUSES: 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...
327. oldal - That light whose smile kindles the Universe, That Beauty in which all things work and move, That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
180. oldal - 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 noon-day 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.
157. oldal - 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.
156. oldal - So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow grey with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves: oh, hear!
143. oldal - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
155. oldal - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean, Angels of rain and lightning ! there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm.
305. oldal - Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep Like his a mute and uncomplaining sleep; For he is gone where all things wise and fair Descend. Oh, dream not that the amorous Deep Will yet restore him to the vital air; Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.
208. oldal - I never was attached to that great sect Whose doctrine is that each one should select Out of the crowd a mistress or a friend, And all the rest, though fair and wise, commend To cold oblivion...