Poems from ShelleyMacmillan, 1880 - 340 páginas |
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... fear of their jar- ring with one another , poems written at different periods of Shelley's life on the same or kindred themes . To group such poems together is the method followed in this book , and its fitness seems to be supported by ...
... fear of their jar- ring with one another , poems written at different periods of Shelley's life on the same or kindred themes . To group such poems together is the method followed in this book , and its fitness seems to be supported by ...
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... fear of France and Napoleon , was most dead to the political ideas that had taken form in 1789 , Shelley gave voice , through art , to these ideas , and encouraged that hope of a golden age which , however vague , does so much for human ...
... fear of France and Napoleon , was most dead to the political ideas that had taken form in 1789 , Shelley gave voice , through art , to these ideas , and encouraged that hope of a golden age which , however vague , does so much for human ...
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... fears , and fancies , and dreams , which the heart creates for its own pleasure and sorrow , when it plays with love which it realises within itself , but which it never means to realise without ; and this is a realm which is so much ...
... fears , and fancies , and dreams , which the heart creates for its own pleasure and sorrow , when it plays with love which it realises within itself , but which it never means to realise without ; and this is a realm which is so much ...
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... once is shown , Why fear and dream and death and birth Cast on the daylight of this earth Such gloom , -why man has such a scope For love and hate , despondency and hope ? B No voice from some sublimer world hath ever To sage.
... once is shown , Why fear and dream and death and birth Cast on the daylight of this earth Such gloom , -why man has such a scope For love and hate , despondency and hope ? B No voice from some sublimer world hath ever To sage.
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... fear , a dark reality . While yet a boy I sought for ghosts , and sped Thro ' many a listening chamber , cave and ruin , And starlight wood , with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead . I called on poisonous ...
... fear , a dark reality . While yet a boy I sought for ghosts , and sped Thro ' many a listening chamber , cave and ruin , And starlight wood , with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead . I called on poisonous ...
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Adonais Alastor ANTISTROPHE Apennine azure beams beautiful beneath birds blue bowers breast breath bright calm cave caverns clouds cold Dæmons dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON dream earth EPODE eternal eyes faint fire flame fled float flowers folded palm forest gaze gentle glow golden golden air grave green grew grey heart heaven hope human isles kiss leaves light lips living Maddalo mist Mont Blanc moon mortal mountains Nature never night nursling o'er ocean odour pale Pantheism passion pinnace poem poet Prometheus Unbound rain Revolt of Islam round SEMICHORUS Sensitive Plant shadow Shelley Shelley's silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spirit of Solitude splendour stars storm stream sweet swift tears thee thine things thou art thought thro tremble truth vapour veil verse vision voice wandering waves weep wild wind wind-flowers wings woods
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Página 311 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth...
Página 77 - With a sweet emotion ; Nothing in the world is single ; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle...
Página v - I crossed a moor, with a name of its own And a certain use in the world no doubt, Yet a hand's-breadth of it shines alone 'Mid the blank miles round about...
Página 131 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire...
Página 151 - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing; And thine doth like an angel sit Beside a helm conducting it; Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing.
Página 302 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men ; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell ; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, ActEeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Página 143 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noon-day dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Página 309 - Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill...
Página 5 - On a poet's lips I slept, Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept. Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses. He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom, Nor heed nor see what things they be : But from these create he can Forms more real than living man, Nurslings of immortality.
Página 1 - It visits with inconstant glance Each human heart and countenance ; Like hues and harmonies of evening, Like clouds in starlight widely spread, Like memory of music fled, Like aught that for its grace may be Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery.