The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volumen3John Slark, 1881 |
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... deep despondency by the radiant visions disclosed by the sudden burst of an Italian sunrise in autumn , on the highest peak of those delightful mountains , I can only offer as my excuse that they were not erased at the request of a dear ...
... deep despondency by the radiant visions disclosed by the sudden burst of an Italian sunrise in autumn , on the highest peak of those delightful mountains , I can only offer as my excuse that they were not erased at the request of a dear ...
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... the grey shades of evening O'er that green wilderness did fling Still deeper solitude . Pursuing still the path that wound The vast and knotted trees around , Through which slow shades were wandering , To a deep 4 ROSALIND AND HELEN .
... the grey shades of evening O'er that green wilderness did fling Still deeper solitude . Pursuing still the path that wound The vast and knotted trees around , Through which slow shades were wandering , To a deep 4 ROSALIND AND HELEN .
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Percy Bysshe Shelley. Through which slow shades were wandering , To a deep lawny dell they came , To a stone seat beside a spring ; O'er which the columned wood did frame A roofless temple , like the fane Where , ere new creeds could ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley. Through which slow shades were wandering , To a deep lawny dell they came , To a stone seat beside a spring ; O'er which the columned wood did frame A roofless temple , like the fane Where , ere new creeds could ...
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... she was a thing that did not stir , And the crawling worms were cradling her To a sleep more deep and so more sweet Than a baby's rocked on its nurse's knee , I lived ; a living pulse then beat Beneath my 10 ROSALIND AND HELEN .
... she was a thing that did not stir , And the crawling worms were cradling her To a sleep more deep and so more sweet Than a baby's rocked on its nurse's knee , I lived ; a living pulse then beat Beneath my 10 ROSALIND AND HELEN .
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... deep hard sobs and heavy sighs Their echoes in the darkness threw . When she grew calm , she thus did keep The tenor of her tale : - " He died , I know not how . He was not old , If age be numbered by its years : But he was bowed and ...
... deep hard sobs and heavy sighs Their echoes in the darkness threw . When she grew calm , she thus did keep The tenor of her tale : - " He died , I know not how . He was not old , If age be numbered by its years : But he was bowed and ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adonais Ahasuerus Beatrice beautiful beneath Bernardo blood Boeotia breath bright calm Cenci CHORUS clouds cold Colonna Palace curse dæmons dare dark dead death deep delight Demogorgon dream earth editions eternal eyes faint fear flowers gentle Giacomo Gisborne grave Greece Greek grey Hassan hear heart heaven hell hope innocent Iona Leigh Hunt light limbs living look Lord Lord Byron Lucretia Maddalo Mahmud Mammon Marzio Masque of Anarchy mighty mind Minotaur moon mortal mountains never night nursling o'er ocean Orsino pain pale Panthea Peter Bell Pigs poem poet Prometheus Pyrganax rhyme round ruin SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley Shelley's slaves sleep smile soul sound speak spirit splendour stanza stars storm sweet Swellfoot swift Swine tears Thebes thee Thermæ thine things thou art thought tremble truth tyrants veil victory voice wake Wallachia weep wind wings words
Pasajes populares
Página 383 - He is made one with Nature : there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird ; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Página 383 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Página 383 - tis Death is dead, not he; Mourn not for Adonais, — Thou young Dawn Turn all thy dew to splendour, for from thee The spirit thou lamentest is not gone; Ye caverns and ye forests, cease to moan!
Página 111 - Through the clouds ere they divide them; And this atmosphere divinest Shrouds thee wheresoe'er thou shinest. Fair are others; none beholds thee, <• But thy voice sounds low and tender Like the fairest, for it folds thee From the sight, that liquid splendour, And all feel, yet see thee never, As I feel now, lost for ever!
Página 386 - 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.
Página 383 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing the unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each mass may bear; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light.
Página 369 - Our breath shall intermix, our bosoms bound, And our veins beat together ; and our lips, With other eloquence than words, eclipse The soul that burns between them, and the wells Which boil under our being's inmost cells, The fountains of our deepest life shall be Confused in passion's golden purity, As mountain-springs under the morning Sun. We shall become the same, we shall be one Spirit within two frames, oh I wherefore two?
Página 306 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks...
Página 384 - Yet faded from him ; Sidney, as he fought, And as he fell, and as he lived and loved, Sublimely mild, a spirit without spot, Arose ; and Lucan, by his death approved ; — Oblivion as they rose shrank like a thing reproved.