The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, with His Life, Volumen1J. Ascham, 1834 - 1004 páginas |
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... thee . I share thy crime . I cannot choose But weep for thee : mine own strange grief But seldom stoops to such relief : Nor ever did I love thee less , Though mourning o'er thy wickedness Even with a sister's woe . I knew What to the ...
... thee . I share thy crime . I cannot choose But weep for thee : mine own strange grief But seldom stoops to such relief : Nor ever did I love thee less , Though mourning o'er thy wickedness Even with a sister's woe . I knew What to the ...
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... thee truth . He was a man Hard , selfish , loving only gold , Yet full of guile : his pale eyes ran With tears , which each some falsehood told , And oft his smooth and bridled tongue Would give the lie to his flushing cheek : He was a ...
... thee truth . He was a man Hard , selfish , loving only gold , Yet full of guile : his pale eyes ran With tears , which each some falsehood told , And oft his smooth and bridled tongue Would give the lie to his flushing cheek : He was a ...
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... thee truth . He was a man Hard , selfish , loving only gold , Yet full of guile : his pale eyes ran With tears , which each some falsehood told , And oft his smooth and bridled tongue Would give the lie to his flushing cheek : He was a ...
... thee truth . He was a man Hard , selfish , loving only gold , Yet full of guile : his pale eyes ran With tears , which each some falsehood told , And oft his smooth and bridled tongue Would give the lie to his flushing cheek : He was a ...
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... thee , love ? " I said : No word , no look , no motion ! yes , There was a change , but spare to guess , Nor let that moment's hope be told . I looked , and knew that he was dead , And fell , as the eagle on the plain Falls when life ...
... thee , love ? " I said : No word , no look , no motion ! yes , There was a change , but spare to guess , Nor let that moment's hope be told . I looked , and knew that he was dead , And fell , as the eagle on the plain Falls when life ...
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... thee , And every form containing thee , Whom , SPIRIT fair , thy spells did bind To fear himself , and love all human kind . SONNET . - OZYMANDIAS . I MET a traveller from an antique land Who said : Two vast and trunkless legs of stone ...
... thee , And every form containing thee , Whom , SPIRIT fair , thy spells did bind To fear himself , and love all human kind . SONNET . - OZYMANDIAS . I MET a traveller from an antique land Who said : Two vast and trunkless legs of stone ...
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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...