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I had a friend who loved Shelley, and how I mocked her for it. Until I grew older, and fell in love with his excess. Leer comentario completo
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Complete works of Shelley. This is a valuable work, and worthy of reading. Leer comentario completo
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The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volumen2
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Vista completa - 1892
Asia beams Beatrice beautiful beneath beside blood breath bright calm Cenci child clouds cold dark dead death deep delight dream earth evil eyes fair fear feel fell fire flow flowers gathered gentle grave green grew hair hand hate hear heard heart Heaven hope hour human Hunt Italy knew leaves light lips living looks Lucretia mighty mind moon morning mother mountains move nature never night o'er ocean once pain pale Panthea passed peace poem Prometheus rest round seemed shadow shapes Shelley silent slaves sleep smiles soon soul sound speak spirit stars strange stream suffer sweet swift tears thee thine things thou thou art thought throne truth turned voice wandering waves wide wild wind wings wise youth
Página 571 - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, 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 (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)...
Página 593 - 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 noonday 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. 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 594 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Página 593 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath...
Página 572 - Oh, lift me as a 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.
Página 572 - The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even I were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings...
Página 594 - I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air...
Página 572 - Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Página 572 - 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...