Poems, selected and arranged by S.A. Brooke |
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Página xi
... strange to look back nearly sixty years , and to think that when Shelley died , scarcely fifty people cared to read his poetry , and even these did not understand it . Seven years after He had so far in- his death opinion began to ...
... strange to look back nearly sixty years , and to think that when Shelley died , scarcely fifty people cared to read his poetry , and even these did not understand it . Seven years after He had so far in- his death opinion began to ...
Página xx
... strange , and the strange- ness adds , from outside , to the charm of Shelley's poetry , to find him writing with a far greater in- tensity of feeling about the sorrow of Urania and the Dreams , about the Spirit of Love in the Universe ...
... strange , and the strange- ness adds , from outside , to the charm of Shelley's poetry , to find him writing with a far greater in- tensity of feeling about the sorrow of Urania and the Dreams , about the Spirit of Love in the Universe ...
Página xxxiv
... strange and sometimes of the horrible ; from that uncontent he had in the doctrines of others , until he had added to them , as he did to Plato's doctrine of Love , something of his own in order to make them new , -were there any ...
... strange and sometimes of the horrible ; from that uncontent he had in the doctrines of others , until he had added to them , as he did to Plato's doctrine of Love , something of his own in order to make them new , -were there any ...
Página xli
... strange power , and we naturally cannot love with a human love things so represented . In Wordsworth's poems we touch the human heart of flowers and birds . In Shelley's we touch " Shapes that haunt Thought's wildernesses . " Yet it is ...
... strange power , and we naturally cannot love with a human love things so represented . In Wordsworth's poems we touch the human heart of flowers and birds . In Shelley's we touch " Shapes that haunt Thought's wildernesses . " Yet it is ...
Página 8
... strange tears Uniting with those breathless kisses , made Such magic as compels the charmèd night To render up thy charge : . . . and , though ne'er yet Thou hast unveiled thy inmost sanctuary , Enough from incommunicable dream , And ...
... strange tears Uniting with those breathless kisses , made Such magic as compels the charmèd night To render up thy charge : . . . and , though ne'er yet Thou hast unveiled thy inmost sanctuary , Enough from incommunicable dream , And ...
Términos y frases comunes
Adonais aërial Alastor ANTISTROPHE Apennine azure beams beautiful beneath bird blue bowers breath bright calm cave caverns clouds cold Dæmons dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON dreams earth eternal Euganean Hills eyes faint fear fire fled float flowers forest gaze gentle golden grave green grey heart heaven hope human isles kiss leaves light lips living lone long past Maddalo mighty mist moon mountains Nature never night nursling o'er ocean odour OZYMANDIAS pale pale flowers Pantheism passion poem poet poetry Prometheus Unbound rain Revolt of Islam round SEMICHORUS Sensitive Plant shadow shadows watch shattered visage Shelley Shelley's sleep smile snow soft song soul sound spirit splendour stars storm stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought thro tower vapours veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wind-flowers wingèd wings woods
Pasajes populares
Página 279 - 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 278 - 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 294 - 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 277 - 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 302 - 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.