With Shelley in Italy: A Selection of the Poems and Letters of Percy Bysshe Shelley Relating to His Life in ItalyT. Fisher Unwin, 1907 - 293 páginas |
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Adonais Apennines Arch Arch of Constantine Arch of Titus azure Bagni di Lucca Bay of Lerici Beatrice beautiful beneath Bernardo blue breath bright caverns Cenci clouds cold columns crags dark dead death deep delight desolation didst divine dome dream earth eternal Euganean Hills eyes fire Florence flowers forests gentle gleams golden green Guercino hear heart heaven hope isles Italy John Keats leaves Leigh Hunt Lerici Letter light lips living Lord Byron Maddalo marble moon mountains Naples never night o'er ocean pain palace pale Panthea pass Pisa poem Pompeii Prometheus Unbound purple radiant rain rocks Rome round ruins sail scene shadow Shelley Shelley's shore sing sleep smile soul spirit star stream sublime sweet tears temple thee thine things thou art thought thro Titus tomb tower Uffizi Gallery Venice voice waves wild wind wings woods
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Página 177 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear, keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Página 158 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Página 238 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there All new successions to the forms they wear...
Página 173 - Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, 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.
Página 149 - Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean...
Página 171 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Página 226 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow...
Página 242 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind. Break it not thou ! too surely shalt thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become?
Página 172 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn...
Página 230 - The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.