Epipsychidion: Verses Addressed to the Noble and Unfortunate Lady, Emilia V-- Now Imprisoned in the Convent of --.C. and J. Ollier, 1821 - 31 páginas |
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Epipsychidion: Verses Addressed to the Noble and Unfortunate Lady, Emilia V ... Percy Bysshe Shelley No hay ninguna vista previa disponible - 2012 |
Epipsychidion Verses Addressed to the Noble and Unfortunate Lady: Emilia V ... Percy Bysshe Shelley No hay ninguna vista previa disponible - 2015 |
Epipsychidion Verses Addressed to the Noble and Unfortunate Lady: Emilia V ... Percy Bysshe Shelley No hay ninguna vista previa disponible - 2018 |
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Página 21 - It is an isle under Ionian skies, Beautiful as a wreck of Paradise, And, for the harbours are not safe and good, This land would have remained a solitude But for some pastoral people native there, Who from the Elysian, clear, and golden air Draw the last spirit of the age of gold, Simple and spirited ; innocent and bold...
Página 21 - With ever-changing sound and light and foam, Kissing the sifted sands, and caverns hoar ; And all the winds wandering along the shore Undulate with the undulating tide : There are thick woods where sylvan forms abide ; And many a fountain, rivulet, and pond, As clear as elemental diamond, Or serene morning air ; and far beyond, The mossy tracks made by the goats and deer (Which the rough shepherd treads but once a year), Pierce into glades, caverns, and bowers, and halls Built round with ivy...
Página 25 - We shall become the same, we shall be one Spirit within two frames, oh! wherefore two? One passion in twin-hearts, which grows and grew, Till like two meteors of expanding flame, Those spheres instinct with it become the same, Touch, mingle, are transfigured; ever still Burning, yet ever inconsumable...
Página 27 - I never was attached to that great sect Whose doctrine is that each one should select Out of the crowd a mistress or a friend, And all the rest, though fair and wise, commend To cold oblivion...
Página 14 - Sound, colour — in whatever checks that Storm Which with the shattered present chokes the past; And in that best philosophy, whose taste Makes this cold common hell, our life, a doom As glorious as a fiery martyrdom; Her Spirit was the harmony of truth. — Then, from the caverns of my dreamy youth I sprang, as one sandalled with plumes of fire...
Página 18 - I stood, and felt the dawn of my long night Was penetrating me with living light; I knew it was the Vision veiled from me So many years — that it was Emily.
Página 22 - To other lands, leave azure chasms of calm Over this isle, or weep themselves in dew, From which its fields and woods ever renew Their green and golden immortality.
Página 10 - The glory of her being, issuing thence, Stains the dead, blank, cold air with a warm shade Of unentangled intermixture, made By Love, of light and motion: one intense Diffusion, one serene Omnipresence...
Página 27 - To cold oblivion ; though it is in the code Of modern morals, and the beaten road Which those poor slaves with weary footsteps tread Who travel to their home among the dead By the broad highway of the world, and so With one chained friend, perhaps a jealous foe, The dreariest and the longest journey go.
Página 20 - Emily, A ship is floating in the harbour now ; A wind is hovering o'er the mountain's brow ; There is a path on the sea's azure floor, — No keel has ever ploughed that path before ; The halcyons brood around the foamless isles ; The treacherous ocean has forsworn its wiles ; The merry mariners are bold and free : Say, my heart's sister, wilt thou sail with me?