Poems, selected and arranged by S.A. Brooke |
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xlv. oldal
... lips I slept , and others also less joyous - the lonely wanderings of regretful thought , the imagination in its hours of child- like play with images , the moments when we are on the edge where emotion and thought incessantly change ...
... lips I slept , and others also less joyous - the lonely wanderings of regretful thought , the imagination in its hours of child- like play with images , the moments when we are on the edge where emotion and thought incessantly change ...
xlvii. oldal
... lip of the cup , but not to drink , lest in the reality he should lose the charm of indefiniteness , of ignorance , of pursuit . Of course he was therefore fickle . For this very reason , however , two realms in this aspect of his art ...
... lip of the cup , but not to drink , lest in the reality he should lose the charm of indefiniteness , of ignorance , of pursuit . Of course he was therefore fickle . For this very reason , however , two realms in this aspect of his art ...
4. oldal
... the past are idle shadows Of thought's eternal flight — they have no being ; Nought is but that which feels itself to be . Hellas . THE POET'S WORLD . ON a poet's lips I slept 4 THE POET'S PHILOSOPHY , THE POET'S PHILOSOPHY PAGE.
... the past are idle shadows Of thought's eternal flight — they have no being ; Nought is but that which feels itself to be . Hellas . THE POET'S WORLD . ON a poet's lips I slept 4 THE POET'S PHILOSOPHY , THE POET'S PHILOSOPHY PAGE.
5. oldal
Percy Bysshe Shelley Stopford Augustus Brooke. THE POET'S WORLD . 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 aërial kisses Of shapes ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley Stopford Augustus Brooke. THE POET'S WORLD . 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 aërial kisses Of shapes ...
10. oldal
... lips , and all of great , Or good , or lovely , which the sacred past In truth or fable consecrates , he felt And knew . When early youth had past , he left His cold fireside and alienated home To seek strange truths in undiscovered ...
... lips , and all of great , Or good , or lovely , which the sacred past In truth or fable consecrates , he felt And knew . When early youth had past , he left His cold fireside and alienated home To seek strange truths in undiscovered ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Adonais aërial Alastor ANTISTROPHE Apennine azure beams beautiful beneath bird blue bowers breath bright calm cave caverns clouds cold Dæmons dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON dreams earth eternal Euganean Hills eyes faint fear fire fled float flowers forest gaze gentle golden grave green grey heart heaven hope human isles kiss leaves light lips living lone long past Maddalo mighty mist moon mountains Nature never night nursling o'er ocean odour OZYMANDIAS pale pale flowers Pantheism passion poem poet poetry Prometheus Unbound rain Revolt of Islam round SEMICHORUS Sensitive Plant shadow shadows watch shattered visage Shelley Shelley's sleep smile snow soft song soul sound spirit splendour stars storm stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought thro tower vapours veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wind-flowers wingèd wings woods
Népszerű szakaszok
279. 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. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth...
65. oldal - With a sweet emotion ; Nothing in the world is single ; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle...
278. oldal - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
102. 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...
294. 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...
121. oldal - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing...
277. 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...
302. oldal - A BOOK OF GOLDEN DEEDS of All Times and All Countries. Gathered and Narrated Anew. By the Author of
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.
120. 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.