Poems Selected from Percy Bysshe ShelleyKegan Paul, 1880 - 394 páginas |
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... SONG , ON A FADED VIOLET 100 · ΙΟΙ 116 141 STANZAS WRITTEN IN DEJECTION NEAR NAPLES 142 THE PAST 144 PASSAGE OF THE APENNINES 145 INVOCATION TO MISERY · 145 SONG FOR " Tasso ” 149 ODE TO HEAVEN AN EXHORTATION · ODE TO THE WEST WIND ...
... SONG , ON A FADED VIOLET 100 · ΙΟΙ 116 141 STANZAS WRITTEN IN DEJECTION NEAR NAPLES 142 THE PAST 144 PASSAGE OF THE APENNINES 145 INVOCATION TO MISERY · 145 SONG FOR " Tasso ” 149 ODE TO HEAVEN AN EXHORTATION · ODE TO THE WEST WIND ...
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... SONG OF PROSERPINE . SUMMER AND WINTER ODE TO NAPLES LIBERTY . · • THE WORLD'S WANDERERS AN ALLEGORY TIME LONG PAST SONNET . [ " Ye hasten to the dead . " ] LINES TO A REVIEWER 274 278 280 281 283 • 285 287 288 289 290 297 299 300 • 301 ...
... SONG OF PROSERPINE . SUMMER AND WINTER ODE TO NAPLES LIBERTY . · • THE WORLD'S WANDERERS AN ALLEGORY TIME LONG PAST SONNET . [ " Ye hasten to the dead . " ] LINES TO A REVIEWER 274 278 280 281 283 • 285 287 288 289 290 297 299 300 • 301 ...
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... SONG . [ " Rarely , rarely comest thou . " ] • 333 334 335 336 339 To [ " Music , when soft voices die . " ] 341 MUTABILITY . 342 SONNET . POLITICAL GREATNESS . 343 THE AZIOLA • 344 REMEMBRANCE • 345 A LAMENT 346 TO EDWARD WILLIAMS 347 ...
... SONG . [ " Rarely , rarely comest thou . " ] • 333 334 335 336 339 To [ " Music , when soft voices die . " ] 341 MUTABILITY . 342 SONNET . POLITICAL GREATNESS . 343 THE AZIOLA • 344 REMEMBRANCE • 345 A LAMENT 346 TO EDWARD WILLIAMS 347 ...
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... song carried him through an epic or a drama . In conse- quence , the passages most easily detached from the context are generally those least suggestive of the general spirit of the poem . An antho- logist culling from the " Revolt of ...
... song carried him through an epic or a drama . In conse- quence , the passages most easily detached from the context are generally those least suggestive of the general spirit of the poem . An antho- logist culling from the " Revolt of ...
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... loved And cherished these my kindred ; then forgive This boast , beloved brethren , and withdraw No portion of your wonted favour now ! Mother of this unfathomable world ! Favour my solemn song I B ALASTOR; OR, THE SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE.
... loved And cherished these my kindred ; then forgive This boast , beloved brethren , and withdraw No portion of your wonted favour now ! Mother of this unfathomable world ! Favour my solemn song I B ALASTOR; OR, THE SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE.
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Términos y frases comunes
Adonais ANTISTROPHE Apennine art thou azure beams beauty beneath billows blue bowers brain breast breath bright burning calm cave cavern chidden clouds cold Dæmon dark dead death deep delight divine doth dream earth EPODE eternal eyes faint fear fire flame flame transformed fled fleeting river flowers folded palm gentle gleam glow golden golden air grave green grew grey grief heart heaven hope hopes and fears isles kiss lamp leaves light lips living mighty moon morning mortal motion mountains mourns for Adonais murmur mute music never night nursling o'er ocean odour pale pinnace rain round Sensitive Plant shadow sigh silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit splendour stars stream sweet swift tears thee thine things thou art thought throne tower tremble veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wind-flowers wings woods
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Página 185 - 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.
Página 93 - Nothing / beside / remains. // Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, / The lone and level sands / stretch far away. JOHN GIELGUD'S PAUSES: I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: // Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. // Near them, on the sand, / Half sunk, / a...
Página 327 - That light whose smile kindles the Universe, That Beauty in which all things work and move, That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse 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.
Página 180 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noon-day dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Página 157 - 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.
Página 156 - 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 woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow grey with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves: oh, hear!
Página 143 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Página 155 - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean, Angels of rain and lightning ! there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm.
Página 305 - Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep Like his a mute and uncomplaining sleep; For he is gone where all things wise and fair Descend. Oh, dream not that the amorous Deep Will yet restore him to the vital air; Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.
Página 208 - I never was attached to that great sect Whose doctrine is that each one should select Out of the crowd a mistress or a friend, And all the rest, though fair and wise, commend To cold oblivion...