Poems from Shelley and KeatsMacmillan, 1900 - 221 oldal |
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xi. oldal
... clear so far back as 1623 ; beyond this there is some confusion . Sir Bysshe Shelley , the poet's grandfather , was the first member of his own branch of the family to achieve distinction . He was born in Newark , New Jersey , North ...
... clear so far back as 1623 ; beyond this there is some confusion . Sir Bysshe Shelley , the poet's grandfather , was the first member of his own branch of the family to achieve distinction . He was born in Newark , New Jersey , North ...
xxxiv. oldal
... clearly expressed , are distinctly modern . " I never could discern in him , " writes Hogg , " more than two fixed principles . The first was a strong , irrepressible love of liberty ; . . . the second , an equally ardent love of ...
... clearly expressed , are distinctly modern . " I never could discern in him , " writes Hogg , " more than two fixed principles . The first was a strong , irrepressible love of liberty ; . . . the second , an equally ardent love of ...
2. oldal
... clear , 20 Until we hardly see , - we feel that it is there . All the earth and air With thy voice is loud , As , when night is bare , From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams , and heaven is overflowed . What thou art we know ...
... clear , 20 Until we hardly see , - we feel that it is there . All the earth and air With thy voice is loud , As , when night is bare , From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams , and heaven is overflowed . What thou art we know ...
4. oldal
... clear , and fresh , thy music doth surpass : 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 . Chorus Hymeneal , Or triumphal chant ...
... clear , and fresh , thy music doth surpass : 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 . Chorus Hymeneal , Or triumphal chant ...
5. oldal
Percy Bysshe Shelley, John Keats Sidney Carleton Newsom. 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 . Waking or asleep , Thou of death must ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley, John Keats Sidney Carleton Newsom. 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 . Waking or asleep , Thou of death must ...
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POEMS FROM SHELLEY & KEATS Percy Bysshe 1792-1822 Shelley,John 1795-1821 Keats,Sidney Carleton 1863- Ed Newsom Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Adonais Agnes ARETHUSA beauty blue breath bright buds clouds cold dark dead death deep delight dost doth Dowden dream earth Endymion English eyes faint fair fled flowers friends gazed gentle gleam golden grass green grief hast heart heaven human John Keats Keats Keats's kissed leaves LECHLADE Leigh Hunt light lips Lorenzo love's lyrical lyrical poetry Merchant of Venice mighty moan Mont Blanc moon morn mountains mourn never night nursling o'er ocean ODE ON MELANCHOLY ODE TO PSYCHE odor OZYMANDIAS pain pale poem poet poetry Porphyro Prometheus Unbound rain rose round Sensitive Plant shadow Shelley Shelley's sighs silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought Trelawny veil verse voice wake wander waves weep wild winds wings Wordsworth ΙΟ
Népszerű szakaszok
4. 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.
120. oldal - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
124. oldal - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
1. oldal - 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...
12. 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...
139. oldal - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
118. 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.
105. oldal - O gentle child, beautiful as thou wert, Why didst thou leave the trodden paths of men Too soon, and with weak hands though mighty heart Dare the unpastured dragon in his den?
117. oldal - Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
85. oldal - 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!