| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1994 - 752 páginas
...The life of their sweet eyes, with all its error, Should be absorbed, till they to marble grew. To a Skylark Hail to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou never...singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. 10 In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightning, Thou dost float and... | |
| Stephen Adams - 1997 - 260 páginas
...example, generate a sense of stretch or expansiveness, usually (though not always) a slowing down: Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert....singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. This complex and unusual stanza is built from lines of trochaic trimeter (trochaic, as so often, suggesting... | |
| Mary Oliver - 1998 - 212 páginas
...And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise. Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert,...which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like a... | |
| William Harmon - 1998 - 386 páginas
...Hail to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy füll heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher...which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run, Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like a... | |
| Frances Mayes - 2001 - 548 páginas
...trochaic meter ensures against monotony. To A SKYLARK (Percy Bv.s-.s7ie Shelley, 1792-1822) Hail to tliee, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven...lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple... | |
| 2005 - 334 páginas
...fulminada, sin nombre; algunas veces Veo tu pelo rubio tirado por el cielo." PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY "To a Skylark" Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never...which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run, Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like a... | |
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