The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, with His Life, Volumen1J. Ascham, 1834 - 1004 páginas |
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... voice to each tone of even United , and thine eyes replying To the hues of yon fair heaven . Come , 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 ...
... voice to each tone of even United , and thine eyes replying To the hues of yon fair heaven . Come , 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 ...
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... voice of Helen , sad and sweet , And the sound of her heart that ever beat , As with sighs and words she breathed on her , Unbind the knots of her friend's despair , Till her thoughts were free to float and flow ; ROSALIND AND HELEN .
... voice of Helen , sad and sweet , And the sound of her heart that ever beat , As with sighs and words she breathed on her , Unbind the knots of her friend's despair , Till her thoughts were free to float and flow ; ROSALIND AND HELEN .
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... voice of a long pent sorrow came . Rosalind I saw the dark earth fall upon The coffin ; and I saw the stone Laid over him whom this cold breast Had pillowed to his nightly rest ! Thou knowest not , thou can'st not know My agony . Oh ! I ...
... voice of a long pent sorrow came . Rosalind I saw the dark earth fall upon The coffin ; and I saw the stone Laid over him whom this cold breast Had pillowed to his nightly rest ! Thou knowest not , thou can'st not know My agony . Oh ! I ...
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... voice that made them shiver And clung like music in my brain , And which the mute walls spoke again , Prolonging it with deepened strain : " Fear not , the tyrants shall rule for ever , Or the priests of the bloody faith ; They stand on ...
... voice that made them shiver And clung like music in my brain , And which the mute walls spoke again , Prolonging it with deepened strain : " Fear not , the tyrants shall rule for ever , Or the priests of the bloody faith ; They stand on ...
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... voice , when he might speak , Which ne'er was loud , became more low ; And the light which flashed through his waxen cheek Grew faint , as the rose - like hues which flow From sunset o'er the Alpine snow : And death seemed not like ...
... voice , when he might speak , Which ne'er was loud , became more low ; And the light which flashed through his waxen cheek Grew faint , as the rose - like hues which flow From sunset o'er the Alpine snow : And death seemed not like ...
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Página 70 - 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 35 - 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 69 - 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 48 - 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 73 - 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 128 - 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 27 - 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 63 - 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 46 - 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...