Poems, selected and arranged by S.A. Brooke |
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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 ...
... 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 ...
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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 ...
... 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 ...
Página 66
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
Términos y frases comunes
beams beautiful beneath birds blue breath bright calm cave clouds cold dark dead dear death deep delight dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear feel fire fled float flow flowers follow forest gentle golden grave green grew grey hear heart heaven hope human Italy kiss leaves less light lines lips living look mind moon morning mortal mountains move Nature never night NOTE o'er ocean once pain pale pass passion past poem rain rocks rose round seems shadow shapes Shelley silent sleep smile soft song soul sound speak spirit Spring stars storm stream sweet swift tears thee thine things thou thou art thought tower truth veil verse vision voice wandering waters waves weak weep wild wind wings woods young
Pasajes populares
Página 273 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth...
Página 65 - With a sweet emotion ; Nothing in the world is single ; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle...
Página 272 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Página 102 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire...
Página 288 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell...
Página 121 - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing...
Página 271 - Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill...
Página 296 - A BOOK OF GOLDEN DEEDS of All Times and All Countries. Gathered and Narrated Anew. By the Author of
Página 5 - On a poet's lips I slept, Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept. Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses. He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom, Nor heed nor see what things they be : But from these create he can Forms more real than living man, Nurslings of immortality.
Página 120 - Life of Life, thy lips enkindle With their love the breath between them; And thy smiles before they dwindle Make the cold air fire; then screen them In those looks, where whoso gazes Faints, entangled in their mazes.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Poems, selected and arranged by S.A. Brooke Golden treasury series |
| Autor | Percy Bysshe Shelley |
| Editor | Stopford Augustus Brooke |
| Publicado | 1880 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 3 Ago. 2006 |
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