The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volumen2Houghton, Osgood, 1855 |
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... beneath His gliding beauty . And Pasiphae , Iona's grandmother , but she is innocent ! And that both you and I , and all assert . FIRST BOAR . Most innocent ! PURGANAX . Behold this BAG ; a bag- SECOND BOAR . Oh ! no GREEN BAGS ...
... beneath His gliding beauty . And Pasiphae , Iona's grandmother , but she is innocent ! And that both you and I , and all assert . FIRST BOAR . Most innocent ! PURGANAX . Behold this BAG ; a bag- SECOND BOAR . Oh ! no GREEN BAGS ...
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... beneath our windows . Shelley read to us his Ode to Liberty ; and was riotously accompanied by the grunting of a quantity of pigs brought for sale to the fair . He compared it to the " chorus or frogs " in the satiric drama of ...
... beneath our windows . Shelley read to us his Ode to Liberty ; and was riotously accompanied by the grunting of a quantity of pigs brought for sale to the fair . He compared it to the " chorus or frogs " in the satiric drama of ...
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... beneath The wide - winding caves of the peopled tomb ? Or uniteth the hopes of what shall be With the fears and the love for that which we see ? TO **** ΔΑΚΡΥΣΙ ΔΙΟΙΣΩ ΠΟΤΜΟΝ ΑΠΟΤΜΟΝ . O , THERE are spirits in the air , And genii of the ...
... beneath The wide - winding caves of the peopled tomb ? Or uniteth the hopes of what shall be With the fears and the love for that which we see ? TO **** ΔΑΚΡΥΣΙ ΔΙΟΙΣΩ ΠΟΤΜΟΝ ΑΠΟΤΜΟΝ . O , THERE are spirits in the air , And genii of the ...
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... beneath the moon , Rapid clouds have drunk the last pale beam of even : Away ! the gathering winds will call the darkness soon , And profoundest midnight shroud the serene lights of heaven . Pause not the time is past ! every voice ...
... beneath the moon , Rapid clouds have drunk the last pale beam of even : Away ! the gathering winds will call the darkness soon , And profoundest midnight shroud the serene lights of heaven . Pause not the time is past ! every voice ...
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... Beneath the sinking moon . The wintry hedge was black , The green grass was not seen , The birds did rest On the bare thorn's breast , Whose roots , beside the pathway track , Had bound their folds o'er many a crack Which the frost had ...
... Beneath the sinking moon . The wintry hedge was black , The green grass was not seen , The birds did rest On the bare thorn's breast , Whose roots , beside the pathway track , Had bound their folds o'er many a crack Which the frost had ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adonais ANTISTROPHE Apennine art thou azure beams beautiful beneath blood bosom bowers brain breast breath bright calm cave child clouds cold dark dead death deep delight divine dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear flame flowers folded palm gentle Gisborne gleam grave gray green grew grief hair heart heaven hope Iona isle Italy kiss lady leaves Leigh Hunt light lips living looked Maddalo MAMMON MASQUE OF ANARCHY mighty mind moon mountains murmuring NAPLES never night nursling o'er ocean odour pain pale Peter Bell Pisa poem PURGANAX rain Rosalind round scorn SEMICHORUS Sensitive-Plant Serchio shadow Shelley sleep smile soft soul sound spirit stars stream sweet SWELLFOOT swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought tomb tower truth twas tyrants veil Venice voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wind-flowers wings words
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Página 326 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Página 99 - 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! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Página 90 - He wakes or sleeps with the enduring dead ; Thou canst not soar where he is sitting now. Dust to the dust, but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal, which must glow Through time and change, unquenchably the same, Whilst thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame.
Página 138 - 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 322 - 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...
Página 94 - Oh! not of him, but of our joy: 'tis nought That ages, empires, and religions there Lie buried in the ravage they have wrought; For such as he can lend, — they borrow not Glory from those who made the world their prey; And he is gathered to the kings of thought Who waged contention with their time's decay, And of the past are all that cannot pass away.
Página 319 - Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
Página 165 - Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute : — No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell.
Página 327 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Página 321 - 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.