The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: Given from His Own Editions and Other Authentic Sources : Collated with Many Manuscripts and with All Editions of Authority : Together with His Prefaces and Notes, His Poetical Translations and Fragments and an Appendix of Juvenilia, 1. kötetReeves & Turner, 1892 |
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xxxvii. oldal
... eyes . He died , and the world showed no outward sign ; but his influence over mankind , though slow in growth , is fast augmenting , and in the ameliorations that have taken place in the political state of his country , we may trace in ...
... eyes . He died , and the world showed no outward sign ; but his influence over mankind , though slow in growth , is fast augmenting , and in the ameliorations that have taken place in the political state of his country , we may trace in ...
xlii. oldal
... eyes , when compared to the cause of what he considered truth , and the good of his fellow - creatures . Born in a position which , to his inexperienced mind , afforded the greatest facilities to practise the tenets he espoused , he ...
... eyes , when compared to the cause of what he considered truth , and the good of his fellow - creatures . Born in a position which , to his inexperienced mind , afforded the greatest facilities to practise the tenets he espoused , he ...
xlvii. oldal
... eyes inward ; inclining him rather to brood over the thoughts and emotions of his own soul , than to glance abroad , and to make , as in " Queen Mab , " the whole universe the object and subject of his song . In the spring of 1815 , an ...
... eyes inward ; inclining him rather to brood over the thoughts and emotions of his own soul , than to glance abroad , and to make , as in " Queen Mab , " the whole universe the object and subject of his song . In the spring of 1815 , an ...
5. oldal
... eyes . The fire of those soft orbs has ceased to burn , And Silence , too enamoured of that voice , Locks its mute music in her rugged cell . By solemn vision , and bright silver dream , His infancy was nurtured . Every sight And sound ...
... eyes . The fire of those soft orbs has ceased to burn , And Silence , too enamoured of that voice , Locks its mute music in her rugged cell . By solemn vision , and bright silver dream , His infancy was nurtured . Every sight And sound ...
8. oldal
... eyes , her parted lips Outstretched , and pale , and quivering eagerly . His strong heart sunk and sickened with excess Of love . He reared his shuddering limbs and quelled His gasping breath , and spread his arms to meet Her panting ...
... eyes , her parted lips Outstretched , and pale , and quivering eagerly . His strong heart sunk and sickened with excess Of love . He reared his shuddering limbs and quelled His gasping breath , and spread his arms to meet Her panting ...
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Adonais AHASUERUS art thou beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath BERNARDO blood breath bright calm CAMILLO CENCI child clouds cold Colonna Palace Dæmon dare dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON despair doth dream earth evil eyes faint father fear fled flowers gentle GIACOMO grave hair hate hear heard heart Heaven hope human innocent Iona Italy Laon light lips living look LUCRETIA MARZIO mighty mind moon mountains never night nursling o'er ocean OLIMPIO ORSINO pain pale PANTHEA passion Pisa poem poet PROMETHEUS Prometheus Unbound PURGANAX Queen Mab Revolt of Islam Rome round ruin sate SAVELLA SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley Shelley's silent slaves sleep smile soul sound speak spirit stars strange stream sweet SWELLFOOT swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought thro throne truth tyrant voice wandering waves weep wild wind wings words
Népszerű szakaszok
426. oldal - To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory.
447. 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 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.
449. 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.
xcvii. oldal - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
450. oldal - 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 : Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower...
449. oldal - 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, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
450. oldal - 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...
444. 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.
xx. 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.
451. oldal - 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.