The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volumen 2Little, Brown, 1862 |
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... pass- port which those who do not wish to be railed at carry with them to exhibit ; or a gloomy passion for penetrating the im- penetrable mysteries of our being , which terrifies its possessor at the darkness of the abyss to the brink ...
... pass- port which those who do not wish to be railed at carry with them to exhibit ; or a gloomy passion for penetrating the im- penetrable mysteries of our being , which terrifies its possessor at the darkness of the abyss to the brink ...
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... Alas ! poor boy , what else couldst thou have done ! Enter BEATRICE . BEATRICE ( in a hurried voice . ) Did he pass this way ? brother ? VOL . II . Have you seen him , 3 Ah ! no , that is his step upon the THE CENCI . 33.
... Alas ! poor boy , what else couldst thou have done ! Enter BEATRICE . BEATRICE ( in a hurried voice . ) Did he pass this way ? brother ? VOL . II . Have you seen him , 3 Ah ! no , that is his step upon the THE CENCI . 33.
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... pass away . Why so it is . This is the Cenci Palace ; Thou art Lucretia ; I am Beatrice . I have talked some wild words , but will no more . Mother , come near me : from this point of time , I am- [ Her voice dies away faintly ...
... pass away . Why so it is . This is the Cenci Palace ; Thou art Lucretia ; I am Beatrice . I have talked some wild words , but will no more . Mother , come near me : from this point of time , I am- [ Her voice dies away faintly ...
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... pass The bridge of which we spoke . [ Exeunt LUCRETIA and BEATRICE . ORSINO . What shall I do ? Cenci must find me here , and I must bear The imperious inquisition of his looks As to what brought me hither : let me mask Mine own in some ...
... pass The bridge of which we spoke . [ Exeunt LUCRETIA and BEATRICE . ORSINO . What shall I do ? Cenci must find me here , and I must bear The imperious inquisition of his looks As to what brought me hither : let me mask Mine own in some ...
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... due ? GIACOMO . I knew Olimpio ; and they say he hated Old Cenci so , that in his silent rage His lips grew white only to see him pass . Of Marzio I know nothing . ORSINO . Marzio's hate Matches Olimpio's . I have sent 72 THE CENCI .
... due ? GIACOMO . I knew Olimpio ; and they say he hated Old Cenci so , that in his silent rage His lips grew white only to see him pass . Of Marzio I know nothing . ORSINO . Marzio's hate Matches Olimpio's . I have sent 72 THE CENCI .
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Términos y frases comunes
AHASUERUS Apennine art thou averni BEATRICE beneath BERNARDO blood BOAR Boeotia breath bright calm CAMILLO CENCI child clouds cold Colonna Palace crime curse dæmon dare dark dead dear death deed deep despair Devil dream earth Exeunt eyes father fear flowers folding star gentle GIACOMO grave Greece grew grief hair hate hear heard heart heaven hell hope innocent Iona knew lady light lips live look Lord LUCRETIA Maddalo MAHMUD MAMMON MARZIO mighty mind MINOTAUR moon mother mountains never night o'er OLIMPIO ORSINO pain pale parricide PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Peter Bell pigs poem PURGANAX Rosalind SAVELLA SCENE scorn SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley slave sleep smile soul speak spirit strange sweet SWELLFOOT swine tears Thebes thee thine things thou art thought torture truth tyrant voice waves weep Whilst wild wind words wretched
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Página 193 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Página 250 - 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 402 - I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple seaweeds strown ; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown : I sit upon the sands alone, — The lightning of the noontide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion. in Alas! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around...
Página 355 - MANY a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, Never thus could voyage on — Day and night, and night and day, Drifting on his dreary way, With the solid darkness black Closing round his vessel's track; Whilst above the sunless sky, Big with clouds, hangs heavily...
Página 272 - With which from that detested trance they leap ; The works and ways of man, their death and birth, And that of him and all that his may be ; All things that move and breathe with toil and sound Are born and die, revolve, subside and swell.
Página 401 - THE sun is warm, the sky is clear. The waves are dancing fast and bright Blue isles and snowy mountains wear The purple noon's transparent might, The breath of the moist earth is light, Around its unexpanded buds ; Like many a voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's.
Página 156 - Worlds on worlds are rolling ever From creation to decay, Like the bubbles on a river, Sparkling, bursting, borne away. But they are still immortal Who, through birth's orient portal, And death's dark chasm hurrying to and fro, Clothe their unceasing flight In the brief dust and light Gathered around their chariots as they go...
Página 403 - And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last nlonotony.
Página 265 - Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, — where art thou gone? Why dost thou pass away and leave our state, This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate?
Página 194 - Saturn and Love their long repose Shall burst, more bright and good Than all who fell, than One who rose, Than many unsubdued : Not gold, not blood, their altar dowers, But votive tears and symbol flowers.