The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volumen 2Little, Brown, 1862 |
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... smiles Making my true suspicion seem your wrong . Ah ! No , forgive me ; sorrow makes me seem Sterner than else my nature might have been ; I have a weight of melancholy thoughts , And they forebode , but what can they fore- bode ...
... smiles Making my true suspicion seem your wrong . Ah ! No , forgive me ; sorrow makes me seem Sterner than else my nature might have been ; I have a weight of melancholy thoughts , And they forebode , but what can they fore- bode ...
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... smile . CENCI ( filling a bowl of wine , and lifting it up . ) Oh , thou bright wine , whose purple splendour leaps And bubbles gaily in this golden bowl Under the lamp - light , as my spirits do , To hear the death of my accursed sons ...
... smile . CENCI ( filling a bowl of wine , and lifting it up . ) Oh , thou bright wine , whose purple splendour leaps And bubbles gaily in this golden bowl Under the lamp - light , as my spirits do , To hear the death of my accursed sons ...
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... smiles on me , Even as he did after the feast last night . Enter a Servant . Almighty God , how merciful thou art ! " Tis but Orsino's servant . - Well , what news ? SERVANT . My master bids me say , the Holy Father Has sent back your ...
... smiles on me , Even as he did after the feast last night . Enter a Servant . Almighty God , how merciful thou art ! " Tis but Orsino's servant . - Well , what news ? SERVANT . My master bids me say , the Holy Father Has sent back your ...
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... smile . [ Wildly . Oh ! he has trampled me Under his feet , and made the blood stream down My pallid cheeks . And he has given us all Ditch - water , and the fever - stricken flesh Of buffaloes , and bade us eat or starve , And we have ...
... smile . [ Wildly . Oh ! he has trampled me Under his feet , and made the blood stream down My pallid cheeks . And he has given us all Ditch - water , and the fever - stricken flesh Of buffaloes , and bade us eat or starve , And we have ...
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... smile , years hence , with children round your knees ; Whilst I , then dead , and all this hideous coil , Shall be remembered only as a dream . BEATRICE . Talk not to me , dear lady , of a husband . Did you not nurse me when my mother ...
... smile , years hence , with children round your knees ; Whilst I , then dead , and all this hideous coil , Shall be remembered only as a dream . BEATRICE . Talk not to me , dear lady , of a husband . Did you not nurse me when my mother ...
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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
Pasajes populares
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.