The works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, ed. by mrs. Shelley |
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... Sleep ! One , pale as yonder waning moon , With lips of lurid blue ; The other , rosy as the morn When throned on ocean's wave , It blushes o'er the world : Yet both so passing wonderful ! Hath then the gloomy Power Whose reign is in ...
... Sleep ! One , pale as yonder waning moon , With lips of lurid blue ; The other , rosy as the morn When throned on ocean's wave , It blushes o'er the world : Yet both so passing wonderful ! Hath then the gloomy Power Whose reign is in ...
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... sleeping maid . gaze The broad and yellow moon Shone dimly through her form- That form of faultless symmetry ... Sleep on the moveless air ! Soul of Ianthe ! thou , Judged alone worthy of the envied boon That waits the good and ...
... sleeping maid . gaze The broad and yellow moon Shone dimly through her form- That form of faultless symmetry ... Sleep on the moveless air ! Soul of Ianthe ! thou , Judged alone worthy of the envied boon That waits the good and ...
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... Sleep they less sweetly on the cottage thatch , Than on the dome of kings ? Is mother earth A step - dame to her ... sleeping world . Yon gentle hills , Robed in a garment of untrodden snow ; Yon darksome rocks , whence icicles ...
... Sleep they less sweetly on the cottage thatch , Than on the dome of kings ? Is mother earth A step - dame to her ... sleeping world . Yon gentle hills , Robed in a garment of untrodden snow ; Yon darksome rocks , whence icicles ...
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... sleep Ere gapes the grave's unclosing deep , A tyrant's dream , a coward's start , That ice that clings to a priestly heart , A judge's frown , a courtier's smile , Make the great whole for which we toil ; And , brother , whether thou ...
... sleep Ere gapes the grave's unclosing deep , A tyrant's dream , a coward's start , That ice that clings to a priestly heart , A judge's frown , a courtier's smile , Make the great whole for which we toil ; And , brother , whether thou ...
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... sleep , and gently closed their eyes . Again , so general was this opinion , that Horace , a poet of the Augustan age , writes- Audax omnia perpeti , Gens humana ruit per vetitum nefas . Audax Iapeti genus Ignem fraude mala gentibus ...
... sleep , and gently closed their eyes . Again , so general was this opinion , that Horace , a poet of the Augustan age , writes- Audax omnia perpeti , Gens humana ruit per vetitum nefas . Audax Iapeti genus Ignem fraude mala gentibus ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Agathon AHASUERUS Apennines beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath blood breath bright calm Cenci child clouds cold CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dark dead dear death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine dream earth Eryximachus eternal evil eyes fear feel fire flowers gentle GISBORNE grave happy hear heard heart heaven hope human Italy LEIGH HUNT light lips living look Lord Byron LUCRETIA MEPHISTOPHELES mighty mind Mont Blanc moon morning mortal mountains Naples nature never night o'er ocean ORSINO pain pale PANTHEA passion Peter Bell Pisa Plato poem poet poetry Prometheus Queen Mab rocks Rome round ruin sate scene SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley silent SILENUS slaves sleep smile Socrates soul sound speak spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears thee thine things thou art thought throne truth tyrant voice wandering waves weep whilst wild wind wings words
Pasajes populares
Página 260 - 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; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Página 249 - 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 259 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer...
Página 260 - What thou art we know not : What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Página 260 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Página 203 - 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 shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed ; And on the pedestal these words appear : '• My name is Ozymandias, king of kings : Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair...
Página 259 - I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Página 299 - ONE word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And pity from thee more dear Than that from another. I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, — The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?
Página 177 - Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep. A loftier Argo cleaves the main, Fraught with a later prize; Another Orpheus sings again, And loves, and weeps, and dies; A new Ulysses leaves once more Calypso for his native shore.
Página 289 - So it is in the world of living men: A godlike mind soars forth, in its delight Making earth bare, and veiling heaven, and when It sinks, the swarms that dimmed or shared its light Leave to its kindred lamps the spirit's awful night.