The poetical works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, ed. by mrs. Shelley. With a memoir, Volumen3Little, Brown, 1862 |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 25
Página 59
... of figured spells might win Its way over the sea , and sport therein ; For round the walls are hung dread engines , such As Vulcan never wrought for Jove to clutch Ixion or the Titan : -or the quick Wit of 59 Letter to Maria Gisborne.
... of figured spells might win Its way over the sea , and sport therein ; For round the walls are hung dread engines , such As Vulcan never wrought for Jove to clutch Ixion or the Titan : -or the quick Wit of 59 Letter to Maria Gisborne.
Página 305
... Jove , The Herald - child , king of Arcadia And all its pastoral hills , whom in sweet love Having been interwoven , modest May Bore Heaven's dread Supreme - an antique grove Shadowed the cavern where the lovers lay In the deep night ...
... Jove , The Herald - child , king of Arcadia And all its pastoral hills , whom in sweet love Having been interwoven , modest May Bore Heaven's dread Supreme - an antique grove Shadowed the cavern where the lovers lay In the deep night ...
Página 306
... Jove's profitable son Eyeing him laughed , and laughing thus begun : - V. " A useful godsend are you to me now , King of the dance , companion of the feast , Lovely in all your nature ! Welcome , you Excellent plaything ! Where , sweet ...
... Jove's profitable son Eyeing him laughed , and laughing thus begun : - V. " A useful godsend are you to me now , King of the dance , companion of the feast , Lovely in all your nature ! Welcome , you Excellent plaything ! Where , sweet ...
Página 308
... Jove and May of the bright sandal Dallied in love not quite legitimate ; And his own birth , still scoffing at the scandal , And naming his own name , did celebrate ; His mother's cave and servant maids he planned all In plastic verse ...
... Jove and May of the bright sandal Dallied in love not quite legitimate ; And his own birth , still scoffing at the scandal , And naming his own name , did celebrate ; His mother's cave and servant maids he planned all In plastic verse ...
Página 307
... Jove , The Herald - child , king of Arcadia And all its pastoral hills , whom in sweet love Having been interwoven , modest May Bore Heaven's dread Supreme - an antique grove Shadowed the cavern where the lovers lay In the deep night ...
... Jove , The Herald - child , king of Arcadia And all its pastoral hills , whom in sweet love Having been interwoven , modest May Bore Heaven's dread Supreme - an antique grove Shadowed the cavern where the lovers lay In the deep night ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
Adonais ANTISTROPHE art thou Baubo Bay of Spezia beams beast beautiful beneath boat bowers breath bright burning calm cave cavern chidden CHORUS clouds cold cradle CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dance dark dead dear death deep delight divine dream earth eternal eyes faint fair FAUST fear fire flame transformed fled flowers folded palm gentle glorious golden gray green heart heaven Hermes immortal Jove JUSTINA kiss laugh leaves LEIGH HUNT Lerici light living MEPHISTOPHELES mighty moon mortal mountain never night o'er ocean odour Onchestus pale Pisa rain rocks round Serchio shadow Shelley shore SILENUS singing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit splendour stars stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne thunder trembling ULYSSES veil Via Reggio voice wake wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings Witch
Pasajes populares
Página 295 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Página 203 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright...
Página 165 - And many more, whose names on Earth are dark, But whose transmitted effluence cannot die So long as fire outlives the parent spark, Rose, robed in dazzling immortality. " Thou art become as one of us," they cry, " It was for thee yon kingless sphere has long Swung blind in unascended majesty, Silent alone amid an Heaven of Song. Assume thy winged throne, thou Vesper of our throng!
Página 147 - O, weep for Adonais ! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head ! And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers, And teach them thine own sorrow, say : with me Died Adonais ; till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity.
Página 162 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life. 'Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings. We decay Like corpses in a charnel ; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.
Página 26 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Página 25 - I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the Blast.
Página 148 - Yet wherefore ? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep, Like his, a mute and uncomplaining sleep; For he is gone, where all things wise and fair Descend ; — oh, dream not that the amorous Deep Will yet restore him to the vital air; Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.
Página 24 - 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 noonday 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 166 - And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, 440 A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.