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Página xxxviii
... flowers , in which are streams , and pools , and lakes , and lawny glades , and hills , and caverns ; and in whose multitudinous scenery Shelley's imagination 1 I wonder that Mr. Ruskin has not quoted this verse in the " Angel of the ...
... flowers , in which are streams , and pools , and lakes , and lawny glades , and hills , and caverns ; and in whose multitudinous scenery Shelley's imagination 1 I wonder that Mr. Ruskin has not quoted this verse in the " Angel of the ...
Página xli
... flowers in the Sensitive Plant have the same apartness from human- ity , and are wholly different beings and in a different world from the Daisy or the Celandine of Wordsworth . It is only the Sensitive Plant , and that is Shelley him ...
... flowers in the Sensitive Plant have the same apartness from human- ity , and are wholly different beings and in a different world from the Daisy or the Celandine of Wordsworth . It is only the Sensitive Plant , and that is Shelley him ...
Página xlii
... flowers grow , for their own joy alone . In truth , what sympathy have they , what sympathy has Nature with Man ? We may not like to think of Nature in this way ; we are left quite cold by The Cloud , and by the spirits of the Earth and ...
... flowers grow , for their own joy alone . In truth , what sympathy have they , what sympathy has Nature with Man ? We may not like to think of Nature in this way ; we are left quite cold by The Cloud , and by the spirits of the Earth and ...
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... flowers on the Plain of Enna POEMS OF HOME LIFE- To Mary Shelley To William Shelley 173 175 176 177 180 181 888 182 To William Shelley · 182 Letter to Maria Gisborne 183 The Aziola The Boat on the Serchio The Witch of Atlas 194 195 198 ...
... flowers on the Plain of Enna POEMS OF HOME LIFE- To Mary Shelley To William Shelley 173 175 176 177 180 181 888 182 To William Shelley · 182 Letter to Maria Gisborne 183 The Aziola The Boat on the Serchio The Witch of Atlas 194 195 198 ...
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... flowers , or votive cypress wreath , The lone couch of his everlasting sleep : - Gentle , and brave , and generous , no lorn bard Breathed o'er his dark fate one melodious sigh : He lived , he died , he sung , in solitude . Strangers ...
... flowers , or votive cypress wreath , The lone couch of his everlasting sleep : - Gentle , and brave , and generous , no lorn bard Breathed o'er his dark fate one melodious sigh : He lived , he died , he sung , in solitude . Strangers ...
Términos y frases comunes
Adonais aërial æther Alastor ANTISTROPHE Aornos Apennine art thou awakened azure beams beasts warred beauty beneath bird blood blue bowers breath bright calm cave caverns clouds cold Dæmons dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON despair didst divine doth dreams earth EPODE eternal eyes faint fear fire fled fleeting river float flowers gaze gentle gleam golden grave green grey heart heaven hope hopes and fears human Italy kisses leaves light living lone mighty mist moon mountains night nurslings o'er ocean Ozymandias pale passion past poem poet rain Revolt of Islam round SEMICHORUS Serchio serene shadow Shelley Shelley's sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stars storm stream sunfire sweet sweet emotion swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought thro veil vision voice wandering waves weep wert Whilst wild wind wingèd wings woods
Pasajes populares
Página 75 - From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds 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.
Página 75 - 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...
Página 179 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell...
Página 82 - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing...
Página 171 - 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...
Página 5 - On a poet's lips I slept, Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept. Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses. He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom, Nor heed nor see what things they be : But from these create he can Forms more real than living man, Nurslings of immortality.
Página 77 - Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these. I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone, And the moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Página 172 - The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre...
Página 82 - Life of Life, thy lips enkindle With their love the breath between them; And thy smiles before they dwindle Make the cold air fire; then screen them In those looks, where whoso gazes Faints, entangled in their mazes.
Página 167 - Yielding not, wounded the invisible Palms of her tender feet where'er they fell. And barbed tongues, and thoughts more sharp than they, Rent the soft form they never could repel, Whose sacred blood, like the young tears of May, Paved with eternal flowers that undeserving way.