The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, 4. sējumsHoughton Mifflin, 1892 |
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6.–10. rezultāts no 41.
153. lappuse
... Stranger ! tell thy country and thy race . 76 Grecian vessel on , Mrs. Shelley , 18391 || Greek ship's boat upon , Mrs. Shelley , 1824 . ULYSSES The Ithacan Ulysses and the king Of Cephalonia . 75-94 ] 153 THE CYCLOPS.
... Stranger ! tell thy country and thy race . 76 Grecian vessel on , Mrs. Shelley , 18391 || Greek ship's boat upon , Mrs. Shelley , 1824 . ULYSSES The Ithacan Ulysses and the king Of Cephalonia . 75-94 ] 153 THE CYCLOPS.
155. lappuse
... Cyclops , who live in caverns , not in houses . ULYSSES Obeying whom ? Or is the state popular ? SILENUS Shepherds ; no one obeys any in aught . ULYSSES How live they ? do they sow the corn of Ceres ? SILENUS On milk and cheese , and on ...
... Cyclops , who live in caverns , not in houses . ULYSSES Obeying whom ? Or is the state popular ? SILENUS Shepherds ; no one obeys any in aught . ULYSSES How live they ? do they sow the corn of Ceres ? SILENUS On milk and cheese , and on ...
156. lappuse
... Cyclops now - where is he ? Not at home ? SILENUS Absent on Etna , hunting with his dogs . ULYSSES Know'st thou what thou must do to aid us hence ? SILENUS I know not ; we will help you all we can . ULYSSES Provide us food , of which we ...
... Cyclops now - where is he ? Not at home ? SILENUS Absent on Etna , hunting with his dogs . ULYSSES Know'st thou what thou must do to aid us hence ? SILENUS I know not ; we will help you all we can . ULYSSES Provide us food , of which we ...
157. lappuse
... . SILENUS Whom I have nursed a baby in my arms . ULYSSES The son of Bacchus , for your clearer knowledge . SILENUS Have you it now ? or is it in the ship ? ULYSSES Old man , this skin contains it , which 127-137 ] 157 THE CYCLOPS.
... . SILENUS Whom I have nursed a baby in my arms . ULYSSES The son of Bacchus , for your clearer knowledge . SILENUS Have you it now ? or is it in the ship ? ULYSSES Old man , this skin contains it , which 127-137 ] 157 THE CYCLOPS.
159. lappuse
... Cyclops feed upon their mountains . CHORUS Ye have taken Troy and laid your hands on Helen ? ULYSSES And utterly destroyed the race of Priam . SILENUS 147-158 ] 159 THE CYCLOPS.
... Cyclops feed upon their mountains . CHORUS Ye have taken Troy and laid your hands on Helen ? ULYSSES And utterly destroyed the race of Priam . SILENUS 147-158 ] 159 THE CYCLOPS.
Citi izdevumi - Skatīt visu
Bieži izmantoti vārdi un frāzes
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...