The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volumen4G. Bell and sons, 1892 |
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... and Love . 322 Fragment : Thoughts . 322 A Hate - Song : Improvised 323 Lines to a Critic . 323 POEMS WRITTEN IN 1818 : - Sonnet to the Nile 324 Passage of the Apennines 324 PAGE POEMS WRITTEN IN 1818 - continued : - The CONTENTS . ix.
... and Love . 322 Fragment : Thoughts . 322 A Hate - Song : Improvised 323 Lines to a Critic . 323 POEMS WRITTEN IN 1818 : - Sonnet to the Nile 324 Passage of the Apennines 324 PAGE POEMS WRITTEN IN 1818 - continued : - The CONTENTS . ix.
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... hate , to Fame's serene abode .. VI . But now , thy youngest , dearest one has perished , The nursling of thy widowhood , who grew , Like a pale flower by some sad maiden cherished , And fed with true love tears , instead of dew ; Most ...
... hate , to Fame's serene abode .. VI . But now , thy youngest , dearest one has perished , The nursling of thy widowhood , who grew , Like a pale flower by some sad maiden cherished , And fed with true love tears , instead of dew ; Most ...
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... hate , and wrong , But what was howling in one breast alone , Silent with expectation of the song , Whose master's hand is cold , whose silver lyre unstrung . XXXVII . Live thou , whose infamy is not thy fame ! Live ! fear no heavier ...
... hate , and wrong , But what was howling in one breast alone , Silent with expectation of the song , Whose master's hand is cold , whose silver lyre unstrung . XXXVII . Live thou , whose infamy is not thy fame ! Live ! fear no heavier ...
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... hate and pain , And that unrest which men miscall delight , Can touch him not and torture not again ; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure , and now can never mourn A heart grown cold , a head grown grey in vain ...
... hate and pain , And that unrest which men miscall delight , Can touch him not and torture not again ; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure , and now can never mourn A heart grown cold , a head grown grey in vain ...
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... hates thine . But recreant Austria loves thee as the Grave Loves Pestilence , and her slow dogs of war , Fleshed with the chase , come up from Italy , And howl upon their limits ; for they see The panther , Freedom , fled to her old ...
... hates thine . But recreant Austria loves thee as the Grave Loves Pestilence , and her slow dogs of war , Fleshed with the chase , come up from Italy , And howl upon their limits ; for they see The panther , Freedom , fled to her old ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adonais æther AHASUERUS Apennine ARCHY beautiful beneath Bishop of Lincoln blood blood and gold brain breath bright burning clouds cold curse dæmons dark dead death Devil dream earth eyes faint fear fire fled flowers folded palm folding star FRAGMENT gentle Gisborne glory gold golden grave Greece Greek green grew grief HASSAN heart heaven Hell hope Inns of Court KING knew lady LAUD leaves light lips living look Lord Maddalo MAHMUD mighty mind moon mortal mountains never night nurslings o'er ocean pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Peter Bell Pisa poem round ruin sate scorn SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit splendour stars storm STRAFFORD strange stream sweet tears tempest thee thine things Thou art thought toil tower tyrants veil Victory voice wake waves weep wild wind wings words youth
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Página 88 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn : Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Página 12 - The shadow of white Death, and at the" door Invisible Corruption waits to trace His extreme way to her dim dwelling-place ; The eternal Hunger sits, but pity and awe Soothe her pale rage, nor dares she to deface So fair a prey, till darkness and the law Of change shall o'er his sleep the mortal curtain draw.
Página 13 - That mouth, whence it was wont to draw the breath Which gave it strength to pierce the guarded wit, And pass into the panting heart beneath With lightning and with music: the damp death Quenched its caress upon his icy lips; And, as a dying meteor stains a wreath Of moonlight vapour, which the cold night clips, It flushed through his pale limbs, and passed to its eclipse.
Página 329 - 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, ii.
Página 24 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again ; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn.
Página 10 - Yet wherefore ? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep, Like his, a mute and uncomplaining sleep; For he is gone, where all things wise and fair Descend ; — oh, dream not that the amorous Deep Will yet restore him to the vital air; Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.
Página 16 - Through wood and stream and field and hill and Ocean A quickening life from the Earth's heart has burst As it has ever done, with change and motion From the great morning of the world when first God dawned on Chaos...
Página 21 - 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 196 - Matched with his camelopard ; his fine wit Makes such a wound, the knife is lost in it ; A strain too learned for a shallow age, Too wise for selfish bigots ; — let his page, Which charms the chosen spirits of the time, Fold itself up for a serener clime Of years to come, and find its recompense In that just expectation.
Página 9 - O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head ! And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers...