The Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volumen6Virtue, 1905 |
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... cave below . The Apennine in the light of day Is a mighty mountain dim and gray , Which between the earth and sky doth lay ; But when night comes , a chaos dread On the dim starlight then is spread , And the Apennine walks abroad with ...
... cave below . The Apennine in the light of day Is a mighty mountain dim and gray , Which between the earth and sky doth lay ; But when night comes , a chaos dread On the dim starlight then is spread , And the Apennine walks abroad with ...
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... cave , And every bird lulled on its mossy bough , And silver moth fresh from the grave , every Which is its cradle - ever from below Aspiring like one who loves too fair , too far , To be consumed within the purest glow Of one serene ...
... cave , And every bird lulled on its mossy bough , And silver moth fresh from the grave , every Which is its cradle - ever from below Aspiring like one who loves too fair , too far , To be consumed within the purest glow Of one serene ...
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... such alway . SECOND SPIRIT Thou art but the mind's first chamber , Round which its young fancies clamber , Like weak insects in a cave , Lighted up by stalactites ; But the portal of the grave , Where a world 127 Ode to Heaven.
... such alway . SECOND SPIRIT Thou art but the mind's first chamber , Round which its young fancies clamber , Like weak insects in a cave , Lighted up by stalactites ; But the portal of the grave , Where a world 127 Ode to Heaven.
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... stone beside , a poisonous eft Peeps idly into those Gorgonian eyes ; Whilst in the air a ghastly bat , bereft Of sense , has flitted with a mad surprise Out of the cave this hideous light had cleft , 132 Poems Written in 1819.
... stone beside , a poisonous eft Peeps idly into those Gorgonian eyes ; Whilst in the air a ghastly bat , bereft Of sense , has flitted with a mad surprise Out of the cave this hideous light had cleft , 132 Poems Written in 1819.
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Percy Bysshe Shelley Nathan Haskell Dole. Out of the cave this hideous light had cleft , And he comes hastening like a moth that hies After a taper ; and the midnight sky Flares , a light more dread than obscurity . V. ' Tis the ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley Nathan Haskell Dole. Out of the cave this hideous light had cleft , And he comes hastening like a moth that hies After a taper ; and the midnight sky Flares , a light more dread than obscurity . V. ' Tis the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Anarchs ANTISTROPHE Apennine awaken azure beauty beneath blast blithe spirit blue bosom bowers breast breath bright calm cave child clouds cold dæmon dark dead death deep delight divine dreams earth EPODE eternal eyes faint fear fleeting river flowers Fragment gentle gleams golden grass grave green hail hate heart heaven hopes hopes and fears Italy kiss leaves Lerici light living Love's Philosophy Mary Shelley melody mighty moon morning mountains Naples never night nursling o'er ocean odour Ozymandias pain pale Pisa Poems Written rain rocks round ruin sail Sensitive Plant Serchio shadow Shelley shore silent slaves sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stars storm stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne thunder tomb tower tremble tyrant vapours Via Reggio voice wandering waters waves weep Whilst wild William Shelley wind wings
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Página 217 - Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower: Like a glowworm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view: Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers,...
Página 209 - 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. 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 105 - Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers 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,...
Página 212 - Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, 'By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, 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 136 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright: I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how? To thy chamber window, Sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The Champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart; — As I must on thine, Oh, beloved as thou art!
Página 219 - We look before and after And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Página 210 - 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. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Página 211 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings.
Página 73 - The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's. I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple sea-weeds strown; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown; I sit upon the sands alone — The lightning of the noon-tide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion. Alas! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around...
Página 104 - 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...