The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volumen3John Slark, 1881 |
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... seem Like wrecks of childhood's sunny dream : Which that we have abandoned now Weighs on the heart like that remorse Which altered friendship leaves . I seek No more our youthful intercourse : That cannot be . Rosalind , speak , Speak ...
... seem Like wrecks of childhood's sunny dream : Which that we have abandoned now Weighs on the heart like that remorse Which altered friendship leaves . I seek No more our youthful intercourse : That cannot be . Rosalind , speak , Speak ...
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... seem . " All present who those crimes did hear , In feigned or actual scorn and fear- Men , women , children — slunk away , Whispering with self - contented pride Which half suspects its own base lie . I spoke to none , nor did abide ...
... seem . " All present who those crimes did hear , In feigned or actual scorn and fear- Men , women , children — slunk away , Whispering with self - contented pride Which half suspects its own base lie . I spoke to none , nor did abide ...
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... know not what we do When we speak words ! No memory more Is in my mind of that sea - shore . Madness came on me , and a troop Of misty shades did seem to sit Beside me on a vessel's poop , And the clear ROSALIND AND HELEN . 31.
... know not what we do When we speak words ! No memory more Is in my mind of that sea - shore . Madness came on me , and a troop Of misty shades did seem to sit Beside me on a vessel's poop , And the clear ROSALIND AND HELEN . 31.
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... seems to be Weltering through eternity , - And the dim low line before Of a dark and distant shore Still recedes , as - ever still Longing with divided will , But no power to seek or shun— He is ever drifted on O'er the unreposing wave ...
... seems to be Weltering through eternity , - And the dim low line before Of a dark and distant shore Still recedes , as - ever still Longing with divided will , But no power to seek or shun— He is ever drifted on O'er the unreposing wave ...
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... Seems to level plain and height . From the sea a mist has spread , And the beams of morn lie dead On the towers of Venice now , Like its glory long ago . By the skirts of that grey cloud Many - domed Padua proud Stands , a peopled ...
... Seems to level plain and height . From the sea a mist has spread , And the beams of morn lie dead On the towers of Venice now , Like its glory long ago . By the skirts of that grey cloud Many - domed Padua proud Stands , a peopled ...
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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.