Poems from Shelley and KeatsMacmillan, 1900 - 221 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 26 találatból.
4. oldal
... fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields , or waves , or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow TO A SKYLARK.
... fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields , or waves , or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow TO A SKYLARK.
12. oldal
... 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 The sea - blooms and the oozy ...
... 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 The sea - blooms and the oozy ...
13. oldal
... wave , a leaf , a cloud ! I fall upon the thorns of life ! I bleed ! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee : tameless , and swift , and proud . V Make me thy lyre , even as the forest is : What if my leaves are ...
... wave , a leaf , a cloud ! I fall upon the thorns of life ! I bleed ! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee : tameless , and swift , and proud . V Make me thy lyre , even as the forest is : What if my leaves are ...
26. oldal
... waves never mark , though they ever impress The light sand which paves it , consciousness ; ( Only overhead the sweet nightingale Ever sang more sweet as the day might fail , And snatches of its Elysian chant Were mixed with the dreams ...
... waves never mark , though they ever impress The light sand which paves it , consciousness ; ( Only overhead the sweet nightingale Ever sang more sweet as the day might fail , And snatches of its Elysian chant Were mixed with the dreams ...
29. oldal
... waves of ' Baiæ , ere luminous She floats up through the smoke of Vesuvius . And on the fourth , the Sensitive Plant Felt the sound of the funeral chant , And the steps of the bearers , heavy and slow , And the sobs of the mourners deep ...
... waves of ' Baiæ , ere luminous She floats up through the smoke of Vesuvius . And on the fourth , the Sensitive Plant Felt the sound of the funeral chant , And the steps of the bearers , heavy and slow , And the sobs of the mourners deep ...
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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!