The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley in Verse and Prose, how First Brought Together with Many Pieces Not Before Published, 2. kötetReeves and Turner, 1880 |
Részletek a könyvből
1 - 5 találat összesen 68 találatból.
21. oldal
... look deeds of lust and blood . Thro ' those snow white and venerable hairs ! — Your children should be sitting round you now , But that you fear to read upon their looks The shame and misery you have written there . Where is your wife ...
... look deeds of lust and blood . Thro ' those snow white and venerable hairs ! — Your children should be sitting round you now , But that you fear to read upon their looks The shame and misery you have written there . Where is your wife ...
23. oldal
... Look on such pangs as terror ill conceals , The dry fixed eyeball ; the pale quivering lip , Which tell me that the spirit weeps within Tears bitterer than the bloody sweat of Christ . I rarely kill the body , which preserves , Like a ...
... Look on such pangs as terror ill conceals , The dry fixed eyeball ; the pale quivering lip , Which tell me that the spirit weeps within Tears bitterer than the bloody sweat of Christ . I rarely kill the body , which preserves , Like a ...
26. oldal
... look on me 1 In the first edition we have yet I love you still , but in the second thus I love you still , —a reading which is adopted 30 by Mrs. Shelley , but dropped by Mr. Rossetti , I think rightly , in favour of the original ...
... look on me 1 In the first edition we have yet I love you still , but in the second thus I love you still , —a reading which is adopted 30 by Mrs. Shelley , but dropped by Mr. Rossetti , I think rightly , in favour of the original ...
31. oldal
... look up . Had it been true , there is a God in Heaven , He would not live to boast of such a boon . Unnatural man , thou knowest that it is false . CENCI . Aye , as the word of God ; whom here I call To witness that I speak the sober ...
... look up . Had it been true , there is a God in Heaven , He would not live to boast of such a boon . Unnatural man , thou knowest that it is false . CENCI . Aye , as the word of God ; whom here I call To witness that I speak the sober ...
35. oldal
... look on me ? None answer ? Can one tyrant overbear The sense of many best and wisest men ? Or is it that I sue not in some form Of scrupulous law , that ye deny my suit ? Oh , God ! That I were buried with my brothers ! And that the ...
... look on me ? None answer ? Can one tyrant overbear The sense of many best and wisest men ? Or is it that I sue not in some form Of scrupulous law , that ye deny my suit ? Oh , God ! That I were buried with my brothers ! And that the ...
Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
art thou ASIA azure Beatrice beautiful beneath Bernardo blood BOAR Boeotia bright calm CAMILLO caverns caves Cenci cloud comma coursers crime Dæmons dark dead death deep DEMOGORGON dream earth edition of 1839 edition we read eyes faint father fear fire flowers Francesco FURY gentle GIACOMO hair hear heart heaven hour innocent Iona IONE Jupiter light list of errata living look LUCRETIA Marzio Masque of Anarchy MINOTAUR moon mountains murder night o'er ocean OLIMPIO ORSINO pain palaces pale PANTHEA pigs poem Pope printed PROMETHEUS Prometheus Unbound PURGANAX rain Rossetti SAVELLA says SCENE SEMICHORUS sense shadow Shelley Shelley's edition Shelley's first edition sister sleep smiles soul sound speak spirit stanza stars styes sweet SWELLFOOT swine tears Thebes thee thine things thou art thought thro throne torture veil voice waves wind wings word
Népszerű szakaszok
295. 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...
298. oldal - 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.
303. oldal - Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight Like a star of Heaven, In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, 20 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.
300. 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, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air...
292. 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...
304. oldal - Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower. Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view.
299. oldal - The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead ; As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit...
294. oldal - 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! — Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below 46 The sea-blooms, and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly...
299. 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...
301. 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; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.