The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, 2. kötetHoughton, Osgood, 1855 |
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vi. oldal
... Night • From the Arabic To E *** V *** Time The Fugitives Mutability . Το 49 73 100 101 102 102 • 103 106 · 107 Lines 108 · Song . 109 A Fragment 711 • Το 112 Lines written on hearing the news of the Death of Napoleon 112 • To - morrow ...
... Night • From the Arabic To E *** V *** Time The Fugitives Mutability . Το 49 73 100 101 102 102 • 103 106 · 107 Lines 108 · Song . 109 A Fragment 711 • Το 112 Lines written on hearing the news of the Death of Napoleon 112 • To - morrow ...
vii. oldal
... Night 135 136 Music Dirge for the Year A Fragment Το Note by the Editor POEMS WRITTEN IN 1822 . The Zucca To a Lady ; with a Guitar . The Magnetic Lady to her Patient A Song . Fragments of an Unfinished Drama The Isle The Invitation 136 ...
... Night 135 136 Music Dirge for the Year A Fragment Το Note by the Editor POEMS WRITTEN IN 1822 . The Zucca To a Lady ; with a Guitar . The Magnetic Lady to her Patient A Song . Fragments of an Unfinished Drama The Isle The Invitation 136 ...
18. oldal
... , under the moon . Night and day , hum , hum , ha ! I have hummed her and drummed her From place to place , till at last I have dumbed her Hum , hum , hum ! LEECH . I will suck Blood or muck ! The 18 CEDIPUS TYRANNUS ;
... , under the moon . Night and day , hum , hum , ha ! I have hummed her and drummed her From place to place , till at last I have dumbed her Hum , hum , hum ! LEECH . I will suck Blood or muck ! The 18 CEDIPUS TYRANNUS ;
48. oldal
... night and mute sky Its awful hush is felt inaudibly . Thus solemnized and softened , death is mild And terrorless as this serenest night : Here could I hope , like some inquiring child Sporting on graves , that death did hide from human ...
... night and mute sky Its awful hush is felt inaudibly . Thus solemnized and softened , death is mild And terrorless as this serenest night : Here could I hope , like some inquiring child Sporting on graves , that death did hide from human ...
49. oldal
... night Sheds on a lonely and sea - girt isle , Ere the dawning of morn's undoubted light , Is the flame of life so fickle and wan That flits round our steps till their strength is gone . O man ! hold thee on in courage of soul Through ...
... night Sheds on a lonely and sea - girt isle , Ere the dawning of morn's undoubted light , Is the flame of life so fickle and wan That flits round our steps till their strength is gone . O man ! hold thee on in courage of soul Through ...
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Adonais ANTISTROPHE Apennine art thou azure beams beautiful beneath blood bosom bowers brain breast breath bright calm cave child clouds cold dark dead death deep delight divine dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear flame flowers folded palm gentle Gisborne gleam grave gray green grew grief hair heart heaven hope Iona isle Italy kiss lady leaves Leigh Hunt light lips living looked Maddalo MAMMON MASQUE OF ANARCHY mighty mind moon mountains murmuring NAPLES never night nursling o'er ocean odour pain pale Peter Bell Pisa poem PURGANAX rain Rosalind round scorn SEMICHORUS Sensitive-Plant Serchio shadow Shelley sleep smile soft soul sound spirit stars stream sweet SWELLFOOT swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought tomb tower truth twas tyrants veil Venice voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wind-flowers wings words
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326. oldal - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
99. oldal - Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
90. oldal - He wakes or sleeps with the enduring dead ; Thou canst not soar where he is sitting now. Dust to the dust, but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal, which must glow Through time and change, unquenchably the same, Whilst thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame.
138. oldal - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow...
322. oldal - That orbed maiden , with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn...
94. oldal - Oh! not of him, but of our joy: 'tis nought That ages, empires, and religions there Lie buried in the ravage they have wrought; For such as he can lend, — they borrow not Glory from those who made the world their prey; And he is gathered to the kings of thought Who waged contention with their time's decay, And of the past are all that cannot pass away.
319. oldal - Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
165. oldal - Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute : — No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell.
327. oldal - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
321. oldal - I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the Blast.