Poems from Shelley and KeatsMacmillan, 1900 - 221 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 36 találatból.
vii. oldal
... V xi xxix xl xli 1 lv 1 6 10 14 17 18 19 21 36 37 38 7. Song to the Men of England 8. The Sensitive Plant 9. To Wordsworth . 10. To Coleridge 11. Mont Blanc · PAGE 12. Hymn to Intellectual Beauty 13. To Constantia , vii.
... V xi xxix xl xli 1 lv 1 6 10 14 17 18 19 21 36 37 38 7. Song to the Men of England 8. The Sensitive Plant 9. To Wordsworth . 10. To Coleridge 11. Mont Blanc · PAGE 12. Hymn to Intellectual Beauty 13. To Constantia , vii.
viii. oldal
... Song of Proserpine ( while gathering flowers on the plain of Enna ) 59 • 18. Song : " Rarely , rarely comest thou " 60 19. To : " Music , when soft voices die " 63 20. Lines written among the Euganean Hills 63 21. Ozymandias 22. Lines ...
... Song of Proserpine ( while gathering flowers on the plain of Enna ) 59 • 18. Song : " Rarely , rarely comest thou " 60 19. To : " Music , when soft voices die " 63 20. Lines written among the Euganean Hills 63 21. Ozymandias 22. Lines ...
5. oldal
... songs are those that tell of saddest thought . 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 . 90 Better than all measures Of delightful ...
... songs are those that tell of saddest thought . 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 . 90 Better than all measures Of delightful ...
15. oldal
... song to - morrow . The artist who this idol wrought , To echo all harmonious thought , Felled a tree , while on the steep The woods were in their winter sleep , Rocked in that repose divine 30 40 On the wind - swept Apennine ; And ...
... song to - morrow . The artist who this idol wrought , To echo all harmonious thought , Felled a tree , while on the steep The woods were in their winter sleep , Rocked in that repose divine 30 40 On the wind - swept Apennine ; And ...
16. oldal
... songs in July bowers , And all of love ; and so this tree , O that such our death may be ! - Died in sleep and felt no pain , To live in happier form again : From which , beneath Heaven's fairest star , The artist wrought this loved ...
... songs in July bowers , And all of love ; and so this tree , O that such our death may be ! - Died in sleep and felt no pain , To live in happier form again : From which , beneath Heaven's fairest star , The artist wrought this loved ...
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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!