The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, 4. sējumsHoughton Mifflin, 1892 |
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1.–5. rezultāts no 93.
v. lappuse
... THOU GONE 78 TO WILLIAM SHELLEY : " MY LOST WILLIAM , THOU IN WHOM 79 · LINES WRITTEN FOR THE POEM , TO WILLIAM SHELLEY 80 TO WILLIAM SHELLEY : " THY LITTLE FOOTSTEPS ON THE SANDS " " TO CONSTANTIA : " THE ROSE THAT DRINKS THE FOUNTAIN ...
... THOU GONE 78 TO WILLIAM SHELLEY : " MY LOST WILLIAM , THOU IN WHOM 79 · LINES WRITTEN FOR THE POEM , TO WILLIAM SHELLEY 80 TO WILLIAM SHELLEY : " THY LITTLE FOOTSTEPS ON THE SANDS " " TO CONSTANTIA : " THE ROSE THAT DRINKS THE FOUNTAIN ...
vi. lappuse
... THOU , PRESUMPTUOUS , WHO 99 PROFANEST " ONCE MORE DESCEND " INSPIRATION : " THOSE WHOM NOR POWER , NOR LYING FAITH , NOR TOIL . TO THE PEOPLE OF ENGLAND " WHAT MEN GAIN FAIRLY ” ROME : " ROME HAS FALLEN ; YE SEE IT LYING TO ITALY ...
... THOU , PRESUMPTUOUS , WHO 99 PROFANEST " ONCE MORE DESCEND " INSPIRATION : " THOSE WHOM NOR POWER , NOR LYING FAITH , NOR TOIL . TO THE PEOPLE OF ENGLAND " WHAT MEN GAIN FAIRLY ” ROME : " ROME HAS FALLEN ; YE SEE IT LYING TO ITALY ...
4. lappuse
... thou in this old age of time ! How green in this gray world ! Canst thou discern The signs of seasons , yet perceive no hint Of change in that stage - scene in which thou art Not a spectator but an actor ? or Art thou a puppet moved by ...
... thou in this old age of time ! How green in this gray world ! Canst thou discern The signs of seasons , yet perceive no hint Of change in that stage - scene in which thou art Not a spectator but an actor ? or Art thou a puppet moved by ...
6. lappuse
... thou be art thou ? ... 74 make , Mrs. Shelley , 1824 . LEIGHTON I was Leighton : what I am thou seest 6 [ I. 65-89 FRAGMENTS.
... thou be art thou ? ... 74 make , Mrs. Shelley , 1824 . LEIGHTON I was Leighton : what I am thou seest 6 [ I. 65-89 FRAGMENTS.
8. lappuse
... thou Of this quaint show of ours , my aged friend ? Even now we see the redness of the torches Inflame the night to the eastward , and the clarions [ Gasp ? ] to us on the wind's wave . It comes ! And their sounds , floating hither ...
... thou Of this quaint show of ours , my aged friend ? Even now we see the redness of the torches Inflame the night to the eastward , and the clarions [ Gasp ? ] to us on the wind's wave . It comes ! And their sounds , floating hither ...
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art thou Baubo beneath blast Boscombe bosom breast breath bright brow cave cavern CHORUS clouds cold CYCLOPS CYPRIAN dark dated dead death deep delight DEMON divine dost Dowden dread earth Esdaile eyes fate FAUST fear fierce fire flame fled flowers Fragment Gisborne gleam Hark hast hear heart Heaven hell Hermes Hogg HOMER'S HYMN immortal Irvyne Jove JUSTINA king light limbs live Lord Medwin MEPHISTOPHELES mighty moon mortal mountain never night o'er omit Onchestus pale Phoebus Pisa poem Published by Garnett Published by Rossetti Pylos Queen Mab rocks round Satyr scene SEMICHORUS shadows Shelley Shelley's SILENUS sing sleep soft song Sonnet soul spirit stanzas storm Raved strange sweet swell tears tempest TEXT thee thine things thou thought throne transcript Twas ULYSSES Victorio voice wandering Wandering Jew waves weep Whilst wild wind wings
Populāri fragmenti
40. lappuse - A widow bird sate mourning for her Love Upon a wintry bough; The frozen wind crept on above The freezing stream below. There was no leaf upon the forest bare, No flower upon the ground, And little motion in the air Except the mill-wheel's sound.
356. lappuse - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood : — List, list, O list!
60. lappuse - Am weary." — Then like one who with the weight Of his own words is staggered, wearily He paused; and ere he. could resume, I cried : " First, who art thou? " — " Before thy memory, "I feared, loved, hated, suffered, did and died, And if the spark with which Heaven lit my spirit Had been with purer nutriment supplied, " Corruption would not now thus much inherit Of what was once Rousseau, — nor this disguise Stain that which ought to have disdained to wear it; " If I have been extinguisht, yet...
346. lappuse - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair ? Which way I fly is Hell ; myself am Hell ; And in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
248. lappuse - The limits of the sphere of dream, The bounds of true and false, are past. Lead us on, thou wandering gleam, Lead us onward, far and fast, To the wide, the desert waste. But see, how swift advance and shift, Trees behind trees, row by row, — How, clift by clift, rocks bend and lift Their frowning foreheads as we go. The giant-snouted crags, ho ! ho ! How they snort, and how they blow...
256. lappuse - Would that I were Up yonder in the glow and whirling smoke Where the blind million rush impetuously To meet the evil ones ; there might I solve Many a riddle that torments me ! MEFHISTOPSELES.
52. lappuse - Their odorous sighs up to the smiling air; And, in succession due, did continent, Isle, ocean, and all things that in them wear The form and character of mortal mould, Rise as the sun their father rose, to bear Their portion of the toil, which he of old Took as his own and then imposed on them...
58. lappuse - Yet, ere I can say where, the chariot hath Passed over them — nor other trace I find But as of foam after the ocean's wrath Is spent upon the desert shore.
72. lappuse - Grew dense with shadows to its inmost covers, The earth was grey with phantoms, and the air Was peopled with dim forms, as when there hovers 'A flock of vampire-bats before the glare Of the tropic sun, bringing, ere evening, Strange night upon some Indian isle...
55. lappuse - And whilst the sleeping tempest gathers might, Doth, as the herald of its coming, bear The ghost of its dead mother, whose dim form Bends in dark ether from her infant's chair, — So came a chariot...