The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: The Text Carefully Revised by William Michael Rossetti, 3. kötetJohn Slark, 1885 |
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4. oldal
... hear or to see All that is great and all that is strange In the boundless realm of unending change . V. Who telleth a tale of unspeaking death ? Who lifteth the veil of what is to come ? Who painteth the shadows that are beneath The ...
... hear or to see All that is great and all that is strange In the boundless realm of unending change . V. Who telleth a tale of unspeaking death ? Who lifteth the veil of what is to come ? Who painteth the shadows that are beneath The ...
11. oldal
... hear and all we see , Doubt , chance , and mutability . Thy light alone , like mist o'er mountains driven , Or music by the night - wind sent Through strings of some still instrument , Or moonlight on a midnight stream , Gives grace and ...
... hear and all we see , Doubt , chance , and mutability . Thy light alone , like mist o'er mountains driven , Or music by the night - wind sent Through strings of some still instrument , Or moonlight on a midnight stream , Gives grace and ...
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... hear , an old and solemn harmony ; Thine earthly rainbows stretched across the sweep Of the etherial waterfall , whose veil Robes some unsculptured image ; the strange sleep Which , when the voices of the desert fail , Wraps all in its ...
... hear , an old and solemn harmony ; Thine earthly rainbows stretched across the sweep Of the etherial waterfall , whose veil Robes some unsculptured image ; the strange sleep Which , when the voices of the desert fail , Wraps all in its ...
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... hear The sound as of a dim low clanging ; And looked abroad if she might know Was it aught else , or but the flow Of the blood in her own veins to and fro . VII . There was a mist in the sunless air , Which shook as it were with an ...
... hear The sound as of a dim low clanging ; And looked abroad if she might know Was it aught else , or but the flow Of the blood in her own veins to and fro . VII . There was a mist in the sunless air , Which shook as it were with an ...
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... hear the fire roar and hiss Through the domes of those mighty palaces . XVIII . The eddy whirled her round and round Before a gorgeous gate which stood Piercing the clouds of smoke which bound Its aery arch with light like blood . She ...
... hear the fire roar and hiss Through the domes of those mighty palaces . XVIII . The eddy whirled her round and round Before a gorgeous gate which stood Piercing the clouds of smoke which bound Its aery arch with light like blood . She ...
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The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: The Text ..., 3. kötet Percy Bysshe Shelley,William Michael Rossetti Nincs elérhető előnézet - 1878 |
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ANTISTROPHE Apennine Archy art thou beams beauty beneath blast blood bosom breast breath bright calm cave cavern chidden child Chorus clouds cold Cyclops Cyprian Dæmon dark dead dear death deep delight Demon divine dost dream earth EPODE eternal eyes faint fair Faust fear fierce fire fleeting river flowers gentle glory golden grave green grief hear heart heaven hope hour King Lady leaves Leigh Hunt Lerici light living Lord melody Mephistopheles mighty moon mortal mountains Naples never night o'er ocean pale Pisa poem rain rocks round SEMICHORUS Serchio shadow Shelley Shelley's shore silent Silenus sleep smile soft song Sophia Stacey sorrow soul spirit stars storm Strafford stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne Tmolus tower Ulysses Via Reggio voice wake wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings
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122. 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.
50. 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!
70. oldal - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky : 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...
90. 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 ! TIME [Publ.
49. oldal - Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!
70. oldal - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
69. oldal - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings.
68. oldal - 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.
89. oldal - I sighed for thee ; When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried Wouldst thou me...
74. 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. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.