Rosalind and Helen: A Modern Eclogue, with Other PoemsShelley Society, 1888 - 92 páginas |
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... calm : and Helen smiled Thro ' tears of awe on the gay child , To think that a boy as fair as he , In years which never more may be , By that same fount , in that same wood , The like sweet fancies had pursued ; And that a mother , lost ...
... calm : and Helen smiled Thro ' tears of awe on the gay child , To think that a boy as fair as he , In years which never more may be , By that same fount , in that same wood , The like sweet fancies had pursued ; And that a mother , lost ...
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... calm . I went away : I was clammy - cold like clay ! I did not weep : I did not speak : But day by day , week after week , I walked about like a corpse alive ! Alas ! sweet friend , you must believe This heart is stone : it did not ...
... calm . I went away : I was clammy - cold like clay ! I did not weep : I did not speak : But day by day , week after week , I walked about like a corpse alive ! Alas ! sweet friend , you must believe This heart is stone : it did not ...
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... beat Rock it to it's untroubled rest , And watch the growing soul beneath Dawn in faint smiles ; and hear its breath , Half interrupted by calm sighs , And search the depth of its fair eyes For long 22 ROSALIND AND HELEN .
... beat Rock it to it's untroubled rest , And watch the growing soul beneath Dawn in faint smiles ; and hear its breath , Half interrupted by calm sighs , And search the depth of its fair eyes For long 22 ROSALIND AND HELEN .
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... calm , she thus did keep The tenor of her tale : He died : I know not how : he was not old , If age be numbered by its years : But he was bowed and bent with fears , Pale with the quenchless thirst of gold , Which , like fierce fever ...
... calm , she thus did keep The tenor of her tale : He died : I know not how : he was not old , If age be numbered by its years : But he was bowed and bent with fears , Pale with the quenchless thirst of gold , Which , like fierce fever ...
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... calming me ; then gazed awhile , As if thro ' that black and massy pile , And thro ' the crowd around him there , And thro ' the dense and murky air , And the thronged streets , he did espy What poets know and prophecy ; And said , with ...
... calming me ; then gazed awhile , As if thro ' that black and massy pile , And thro ' the crowd around him there , And thro ' the dense and murky air , And the thronged streets , he did espy What poets know and prophecy ; And said , with ...
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Rosalind and Helen: A Modern Eclogue : with Other Poems Percy Bysshe Shelley Vista de fragmentos - 1975 |
Términos y frases comunes
altar azure Baxter beneath beside blue mountains breath bright brow calm cheek child cling clouds cold dark David Booth dead dear death died dream Dundee earth eclogue EUGANEAN HILLS eyes faint fair faith fear fell flame float flowers grew grey hair heard heart hope hues ideal melancholy inland stream intercourse Isabel Italy knew Lake of Como laughed light limbs Lionel lips living lone look Lucca Marlow marriage Mary memory mighty mind mist mother mountains night Nightmare Abbey nursling o'er once OZYMANDIAS Padua pale poem poet priests quivering Rosalind and Helen round sate scorn seek shadow Shelley Shelley's silent sleep smile soon soul spirit star strange sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro truth twas tyrant weep wept wild wild boys William Baxter wind wings wonder wood words youth
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Página 82 - Nothing / beside / remains. // Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, / The lone and level sands / stretch far away. JOHN GIELGUD'S PAUSES: I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: // Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. // Near them, on the sand, / Half sunk, / a...
Página 82 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read...
Página 48 - Heardst thou not sweet words among That heaven-resounding minstrelsy ! - Heardst thou not, that those who die Awake in a world of ecstasy ? That love, when limbs are interwoven, And sleep, when the night of life is cloven, And thought, to the world's dim boundaries clinging, And music, when one beloved is singing, Is death ? Let us drain right joyously The cup which the sweet bird fills for me.
Página 64 - On the level quivering line Of the waters crystalline ; And before that chasm of light, As within a furnace bright, Column, tower, and dome, and spire, Shine like obelisks of fire...
Página 71 - In thine halls the lamp of learning, Padua, now no more is burning; Like a meteor whose wild way Is lost over the grave of day, It gleams betrayed and to betray.
Página 59 - MANY a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, Never thus could voyage on Day and night, and night and day, Drifting on his dreary way, With the solid darkness black Closing round his vessel's track ; Whilst above the sunless sky, Big with clouds, hangs heavily...
Página 69 - Men must reap the things they sow, Force from force must ever flow, Or worse ; but 'tis a bitter woe That love or reason cannot change The despot's rage, the slave's revenge.
Página 78 - 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?
Página 82 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed : And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
Página 79 - Thro" strings of some still instrument, Or moonlight on a midnight stream, Gives grace and truth to life's unquiet dream. Love, Hope, and Self-esteem, like clouds, depart And come, for some uncertain moments lent. Man were immortal, and omnipotent, Didst thou, unknown and awful as thou art, Keep with thy glorious train firm state within his heart. Thou messenger of sympathies, That wax and wane in lovers' eyes — Thou, that to human thought art nourishment, Like darkness to a dying flame!