The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, with His Life, Volumen1J. Ascham, 1834 - 1004 páginas |
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... gentle , is gone for ever ! He is to them as a bright vision , whose radiant track , left behind in the memory , is worth all the realities that society can afford . Before the critics contradict me , let them appeal to any one who had ...
... gentle , is gone for ever ! He is to them as a bright vision , whose radiant track , left behind in the memory , is worth all the realities that society can afford . Before the critics contradict me , let them appeal to any one who had ...
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... gentle friend : wilt sit by me ? And be as thou wert wont to be Ere we were disunited ? None doth behold us now : the power That led us forth at this lone hour Will be but ill requited If thou depart in scorn : oh ! come , And talk of ...
... gentle friend : wilt sit by me ? And be as thou wert wont to be Ere we were disunited ? None doth behold us now : the power That led us forth at this lone hour Will be but ill requited If thou depart in scorn : oh ! come , And talk of ...
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... might break any one's heart to see You and the lady cry so bitterly . Helen . It is a gentle child , my friend . Go home , Henry , and play with Lilla till I come . We only cried with joy to see each other ; ROSALIND AND HELEN .
... might break any one's heart to see You and the lady cry so bitterly . Helen . It is a gentle child , my friend . Go home , Henry , and play with Lilla till I come . We only cried with joy to see each other ; ROSALIND AND HELEN .
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... gentle boy , And in all gentle sports took joy ; Oft in a dry leaf for a boat , With 10 ROSALIND AND HELEN .
... gentle boy , And in all gentle sports took joy ; Oft in a dry leaf for a boat , With 10 ROSALIND AND HELEN .
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... gentle heart with tears . Thou well Rememberest when we met no more , And , though I dwelt with Lionel , That friendless caution pierced me sore With grief ; a wound my spirit bore Indignantly , but when he died With him lay dead both ...
... gentle heart with tears . Thou well Rememberest when we met no more , And , though I dwelt with Lionel , That friendless caution pierced me sore With grief ; a wound my spirit bore Indignantly , but when he died With him lay dead both ...
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Página 72 - 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 37 - While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave, and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead. I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed ; I was not heard : I saw them not. When musing deeply on the lot Of life, at that sweet time when winds are wooing All vital things that wake to bring News of birds and blossoming, Sudden thy shadow fell on me — I shrieked, and clasped my hands in...
Página 71 - O, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas ! My heart beats loud and fast: Oh! press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last ! Very few, perhaps, are familiar with these lines — yet no less a poet than Shelley is their author.
Página 50 - Our breath shall intermix, our bosoms bound, And our veins beat together; and our lips, With o'ther eloquence than words, eclipse The soul that burns between them...
Página 95 - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
Página 75 - I am the eye with which the Universe Beholds itself and knows itself divine; All harmony of instrument or verse, All prophecy, all medicine are mine, All light of art or nature; — to my song, Victory and praise in their own right belong.
Página 130 - But thou art fled Like some frail exhalation, which the dawn Robes in its golden beams, — ah ! thou hast fled ! The brave, the gentle, and the beautiful, The child of grace and genius. Heartless things Are done and said i...
Página 29 - You are now In London, that great sea, whose ebb and flow At once is deaf and loud, and on the shore Vomits its wrecks, and still howls on for more.
Página 65 - I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee!
Página 48 - True love in this differs from gold and clay, That to divide is not to take away. Love is like understanding, that grows bright, Gazing on many truths...