Early PoemsG. Routledge and Sons, 1888 - 319 páginas |
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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Términos y frases comunes
amid Anarchs ANTISTROPHE Apennine art thou azure Baubo beams beneath birds blood blue bowers brain breath bright brow calm caverns caves chasm city of death clouds cold dæmon dance dark dead death deep delight didst divine dost doth dream earth EPODE eternal eyes faint Faust fear flame fled fleeting river flowers gentle gleam glory golden grave green grief hair hear heart heaven isle leaves light lips living melody Mephistopheles mighty moon morning mountains mute music never night nursling o'er ocean pale pheme rain rocks round sail SERCHIO shadows shore silent sleep smile snow soft soft cell song SOPHIA STACEY soul sound spirit splendour stars storm stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne thunder Tmolus tower veil voice waves weep wert Whilst wild wild arms winds wings woods
Pasajes populares
Página 107 - 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. I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone, And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Página 106 - 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.
Página 76 - So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow grey with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves: oh, hear!
Página 75 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast...
Página 105 - The sweet buds every one. When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain. And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Página 115 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Página 59 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Página 20 - Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, — where art thou gone ? Why dost thou pass away and leave our state, This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate...
Página 110 - And nearer to the river's trembling edge There grew broad flag-flowers, purple prankt with white, And starry river-buds among the sedge, And floating water-lilies, broad and bright, Which lit the oak that overhung the hedge With moonlight beams of their own watery light ; And bulrushes, and reeds of such deep green As soothed the dazzled eye with sober sheen.
Página 168 - When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Early Poems Routledge's pocket library |
| Autor | Percy Bysshe Shelley |
| Editor | G. Routledge and Sons, 1888 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Harvard |
| Digitalizado | 1 Mar 2006 |
| Largo | 319 páginas |
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