Poems from ShelleyMacmillan, 1880 - 340 páginas |
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... close , too unveiled , too intense to have been written . The only other poet - for Byron's self- description is written with a view to effect - who has approached the wild self - sorrow of it , is Cowper , and he uses the same simile ...
... close , too unveiled , too intense to have been written . The only other poet - for Byron's self- description is written with a view to effect - who has approached the wild self - sorrow of it , is Cowper , and he uses the same simile ...
Página xxi
... close of his life , still more from Mankind , and in that temper he died . But there are some proofs , to which I shall afterwards draw attention , that he would , as before , have passed out of this lonely inner life , and found ...
... close of his life , still more from Mankind , and in that temper he died . But there are some proofs , to which I shall afterwards draw attention , that he would , as before , have passed out of this lonely inner life , and found ...
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... close of the Adonais . In his mind however , the living spirit which , in its living , made the Universe , was not conceived of as Thought , as Wordsworth conceived it , but as Love operating into Beauty ; and there is a passage on this ...
... close of the Adonais . In his mind however , the living spirit which , in its living , made the Universe , was not conceived of as Thought , as Wordsworth conceived it , but as Love operating into Beauty ; and there is a passage on this ...
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... close of many a poem . But he never let hopelessness or depression master him . Shelley is full of resurrection power , and the fall from the peak of prophecy is more the result of reaction after impassioned excitement , than the result ...
... close of many a poem . But he never let hopelessness or depression master him . Shelley is full of resurrection power , and the fall from the peak of prophecy is more the result of reaction after impassioned excitement , than the result ...
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... close to earthly love , touched it , and then of his own will passed it by , it became , as he looked back upon it , ideal , and a part of that indefinite world he loved . The ineffable regret of having lost that which one did not ...
... close to earthly love , touched it , and then of his own will passed it by , it became , as he looked back upon it , ideal , and a part of that indefinite world he loved . The ineffable regret of having lost that which one did not ...
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Adonais Alastor ANTISTROPHE Apennine azure beams beautiful beneath birds blue bowers breast breath bright calm cave caverns clouds cold Dæmons dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON dream earth EPODE eternal eyes faint fire flame fled float flowers folded palm forest gaze gentle glow golden golden air grave green grew grey heart heaven hope human isles kiss leaves light lips living Maddalo mist Mont Blanc moon mortal mountains Nature never night nursling o'er ocean odour pale Pantheism passion pinnace poem poet Prometheus Unbound rain Revolt of Islam round SEMICHORUS Sensitive Plant shadow Shelley Shelley's silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spirit of Solitude splendour stars storm stream sweet swift tears thee thine things thou art thought thro tremble truth vapour veil verse vision voice wandering waves weep wild wind wind-flowers wings woods
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Página 311 - 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 77 - With a sweet emotion ; Nothing in the world is single ; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle...
Página v - I crossed a moor, with a name of its own And a certain use in the world no doubt, Yet a hand's-breadth of it shines alone 'Mid the blank miles round about...
Página 131 - 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 151 - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing; And thine doth like an angel sit Beside a helm conducting it; Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing.
Página 302 - 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 ; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, ActEeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Página 143 - 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 309 - 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 1 - It visits with inconstant glance Each human heart and countenance ; Like hues and harmonies of evening, Like clouds in starlight widely spread, Like memory of music fled, Like aught that for its grace may be Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery.