The poetical works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, ed. by mrs. Shelley. With a memoir, Τόμος 3Little, Brown, 1862 |
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Σελίδα 21
... thee not , infant ? ' Tis beating with dread ! Alas . ! what is life , what is death , what are we , That when the ship sinks we no longer may be ? What ! to see thee no more , and to feel thee no more ? To be after life what we have ...
... thee not , infant ? ' Tis beating with dread ! Alas . ! what is life , what is death , what are we , That when the ship sinks we no longer may be ? What ! to see thee no more , and to feel thee no more ? To be after life what we have ...
Σελίδα 29
... thee , blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert , That from heaven , or near it , Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art . II . Higher still and higher , From the earth TO A SKYLARK . 29 To a Skylark.
... thee , blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert , That from heaven , or near it , Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art . II . Higher still and higher , From the earth TO A SKYLARK . 29 To a Skylark.
Σελίδα 31
... thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see , As from thy presence showers a rain of melody . VIII . Like a poet hidden In the light of thought , Singing hymns unbidden , Till the world is wrought To sympathy with ...
... thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see , As from thy presence showers a rain of melody . VIII . Like a poet hidden In the light of thought , Singing hymns unbidden , Till the world is wrought To sympathy with ...
Σελίδα 33
... thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety . XVII . Waking or asleep , Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream , Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? XVIII . We look before ...
... thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety . XVII . Waking or asleep , Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream , Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? XVIII . We look before ...
Σελίδα 37
... thee ; when o'er the Ægean main V. Athens arose a city such as vision Builds from the purple crags and silver towers Of battlemented cloud , as in derision Of kingliest masonry : the ocean floors Pave it ; ODE TO LIBERTY . 37.
... thee ; when o'er the Ægean main V. Athens arose a city such as vision Builds from the purple crags and silver towers Of battlemented cloud , as in derision Of kingliest masonry : the ocean floors Pave it ; ODE TO LIBERTY . 37.
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Adonais ANTISTROPHE art thou Baubo Bay of Spezia beams beast beautiful beneath boat bowers breath bright burning calm cave cavern chidden CHORUS clouds cold cradle CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dance dark dead dear death deep delight divine dream earth eternal eyes faint fair FAUST fear fire flame transformed fled flowers folded palm gentle glorious golden gray green heart heaven Hermes immortal Jove JUSTINA kiss laugh leaves LEIGH HUNT Lerici light living MEPHISTOPHELES mighty moon mortal mountain never night o'er ocean odour Onchestus pale Pisa rain rocks round Serchio shadow Shelley shore SILENUS singing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit splendour stars stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne thunder trembling ULYSSES veil Via Reggio voice wake wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings Witch
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Σελίδα 295 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Σελίδα 203 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright...
Σελίδα 165 - And many more, whose names on Earth are dark, But whose transmitted effluence cannot die So long as fire outlives the parent spark, Rose, robed in dazzling immortality. " Thou art become as one of us," they cry, " It was for thee yon kingless sphere has long Swung blind in unascended majesty, Silent alone amid an Heaven of Song. Assume thy winged throne, thou Vesper of our throng!
Σελίδα 147 - O, weep for Adonais ! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head ! And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers, And teach them thine own sorrow, say : with me Died Adonais ; till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity.
Σελίδα 162 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life. 'Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings. We decay Like corpses in a charnel ; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.
Σελίδα 26 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Σελίδα 25 - 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.
Σελίδα 148 - Yet wherefore ? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep, Like his, a mute and uncomplaining sleep; For he is gone, where all things wise and fair Descend ; — oh, dream not that the amorous Deep Will yet restore him to the vital air; Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.
Σελίδα 24 - 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 noonday 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.
Σελίδα 166 - And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, 440 A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.