Poems, selected and arranged by S.A. Brooke |
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Página xviii
... dead . The only exception is the choral drama of Hellas , written in a transient enthusiasm for the cause of Greece . " I try to be what I might have been , " " but am not successful . It was written he xviii PREFACE .
... dead . The only exception is the choral drama of Hellas , written in a transient enthusiasm for the cause of Greece . " I try to be what I might have been , " " but am not successful . It was written he xviii PREFACE .
Página xxi
... dead , and all of Shelley's body that was rescued from flood and fire lies now where the rise of the ground ends , in a dark nook of the Aurelian wall . So deep is that resting - place in shadow that the violets blossom later there than ...
... dead , and all of Shelley's body that was rescued from flood and fire lies now where the rise of the ground ends , in a dark nook of the Aurelian wall . So deep is that resting - place in shadow that the violets blossom later there than ...
Página xxvi
... dead to the political ideas that had taken form in 1789 , Shelley gave voice , through art , to these ideas , and encouraged that hope of a golden age which , however vague , does so much for human progress . He threw around these ...
... dead to the political ideas that had taken form in 1789 , Shelley gave voice , through art , to these ideas , and encouraged that hope of a golden age which , however vague , does so much for human progress . He threw around these ...
Página xxix
... dead , but as alive . Into that belief Shelley , in hours of inspira- tion , continually rose , and his work is seldom more impassioned and beautiful than in the passages where he feels and believes in this manner . The finest example ...
... dead , but as alive . Into that belief Shelley , in hours of inspira- tion , continually rose , and his work is seldom more impassioned and beautiful than in the passages where he feels and believes in this manner . The finest example ...
Página xlviii
... dead . " The philosophy which made Emilia the shadow of a spiritual Beauty is conspicuous by its total absence from all these later love poems . Moreover , they are not , like the others , all written in the same atmo- sphere . The ...
... dead . " The philosophy which made Emilia the shadow of a spiritual Beauty is conspicuous by its total absence from all these later love poems . Moreover , they are not , like the others , all written in the same atmo- sphere . The ...
Términos y frases comunes
beams beautiful beneath birds blue breath bright calm cave clouds cold dark dead dear death deep delight dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear feel fire fled float flow flowers follow forest gentle golden grave green grew grey hear heart heaven hope human Italy kiss leaves less light lines lips living look mind moon morning mortal mountains move Nature never night NOTE o'er ocean once pain pale pass passion past poem rain rocks rose round seems shadow shapes Shelley silent sleep smile soft song soul sound speak spirit Spring stars storm stream sweet swift tears thee thine things thou thou art thought tower truth veil verse vision voice wandering waters waves weak weep wild wind wings woods young
Pasajes populares
Página 273 - 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. 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...
Página 65 - With a sweet emotion ; Nothing in the world is single ; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle...
Página 272 - 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!
Página 102 - 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 288 - 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 121 - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing...
Página 271 - 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 296 - A BOOK OF GOLDEN DEEDS of All Times and All Countries. Gathered and Narrated Anew. By the Author of
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 120 - 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.