A Study of Shelley: With Special Reference to His Nature Poetry ...W. Briggs, 1899 - 155 lappuses |
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1.–5. rezultāts no 27.
22. lappuse
... faint with weariness . They are a survival of seventeenth century French sentimentality , utterly alien to the English temperament , and as happily buried in the past as the Satanism of Byron's breed of destiny - branded heroes ...
... faint with weariness . They are a survival of seventeenth century French sentimentality , utterly alien to the English temperament , and as happily buried in the past as the Satanism of Byron's breed of destiny - branded heroes ...
35. lappuse
... faint eyes and limbs did dwell That spirit as it passed , till soon As a frail cloud wandering o'er the moon , Beneath its light invisible , Is seen when it folds its grey wings again To alight on midnight's dusky plain , I lived and ...
... faint eyes and limbs did dwell That spirit as it passed , till soon As a frail cloud wandering o'er the moon , Beneath its light invisible , Is seen when it folds its grey wings again To alight on midnight's dusky plain , I lived and ...
39. lappuse
... faint odours brought From mountain flowers , even as it passed His cheek would change , as the noon - day sea Which the dying breeze sweeps fitfully . 68 Beneath is spread like a green sea The waveless plain of Lombardy , Bounded by the ...
... faint odours brought From mountain flowers , even as it passed His cheek would change , as the noon - day sea Which the dying breeze sweeps fitfully . 68 Beneath is spread like a green sea The waveless plain of Lombardy , Bounded by the ...
41. lappuse
... faint , as the rose - like hues which flow From sunset o'er the Alpine snow : 103 And that eternal honour which should live Sun - like , above the reek of mortal fame . 104 Pity the self - despising slaves of Heaven , Not me , within ...
... faint , as the rose - like hues which flow From sunset o'er the Alpine snow : 103 And that eternal honour which should live Sun - like , above the reek of mortal fame . 104 Pity the self - despising slaves of Heaven , Not me , within ...
45. lappuse
... faint crimson of her mouth , And darkened her dark locks , as moonlight doth , 147 A moonbeam in the shadow of a cloud Was less heavenly fair- 148 Those lines of rainbow light Are like the moonbeams when they fall Through some cathedral ...
... faint crimson of her mouth , And darkened her dark locks , as moonlight doth , 147 A moonbeam in the shadow of a cloud Was less heavenly fair- 148 Those lines of rainbow light Are like the moonbeams when they fall Through some cathedral ...
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A Study of Shelley: With Special Reference to His Nature Poetry Pelham Edgar Priekšskatījums nav pieejams - 1969 |
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87. lappuse - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean.
73. lappuse - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see — we feel that it is there...
100. lappuse - Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream , under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains. The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead.
13. lappuse - Topples o'er the abandoned sea As the tides change sullenly. The fisher on his watery way, Wandering at the close of day, Will spread his sail and seize his oar Till he pass the gloomy shore, Lest thy dead should, from their sleep Bursting o'er the starlight deep, Lead a rapid masque of death O'er the waters of his path.
45. lappuse - And a cold glare, intenser than the noon, But icy cold, obscured with blinding light The sun, as he the stars. Like the young moon When on the sunlit limits of the night Her white shell trembles amid crimson air, 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...
85. lappuse - From all the blasts of heaven thou hast descended : Yes, like a spirit, like a thought, which makes Unwonted tears throng to the horny eyes, And beatings haunt the desolated heart, Which should have learnt repose: thou hast descended Cradled in tempests; thou dost wake, O Spring!
112. lappuse - So knew I in that light's severe excess The presence of that Shape which on the stream Moved, as I moved along the wilderness, More dimly than a day-appearing dream...
131. lappuse - 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.
65. lappuse - The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark - now glittering - now reflecting gloom Now lending splendour, where from secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings Of waters...
89. lappuse - The splendours of the firmament of time May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not ; Like stars to their appointed height they climb And death is a low mist which cannot blot The brightness it may veil. When lofty thought Lifts a young heart above its mortal lair, And love and life contend in it, for what Shall be its earthly doom, the dead live there And move like winds of light on dark and stormy air.