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Página 94
And then she wept aloud, and in her arms Clasped that bright Shape, less
marvellously fair Than her own human hues and living charms ; Which, as she
leaned in passion's silence there, Breathed warmth on the cold bosom of the air,
Which ...
And then she wept aloud, and in her arms Clasped that bright Shape, less
marvellously fair Than her own human hues and living charms ; Which, as she
leaned in passion's silence there, Breathed warmth on the cold bosom of the air,
Which ...
Página 177
A brighter Hellas rears its mountains From waveo serener far ; A new Peneus
rolls its fountains Against the morning-star. I Where fairer Tempes bloom, there
sleep Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep. A loftier Argo cleaves the main, Fraught
...
A brighter Hellas rears its mountains From waveo serener far ; A new Peneus
rolls its fountains Against the morning-star. I Where fairer Tempes bloom, there
sleep Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep. A loftier Argo cleaves the main, Fraught
...
Página 265
And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine, Green cow-bind and the moonlight-
coloured May, And cherry blossoms, and white cups, whose wine Was the bright
dew yet drained not by the day ; And wild roses, and ivy serpentine, With its dark
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And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine, Green cow-bind and the moonlight-
coloured May, And cherry blossoms, and white cups, whose wine Was the bright
dew yet drained not by the day ; And wild roses, and ivy serpentine, With its dark
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Página 273
Here lay two sister-twins in infancy ; There a lone youth who in his dreams did
weep ; Within, two lovers linked innocently In their loose locks which over both
did creep Like ivy from one stem ; — and there lay calm, Old age with snow-bright
...
Here lay two sister-twins in infancy ; There a lone youth who in his dreams did
weep ; Within, two lovers linked innocently In their loose locks which over both
did creep Like ivy from one stem ; — and there lay calm, Old age with snow-bright
...
Página 283
One stood on my path who seemed As like the glorious shape which I had
dreamed, As is the Moon, whose changes ever run Into themselves, to the eternal
Sun ; The cold chaste Moon, the Queen of Heaven's bright isles, Who makes all ...
One stood on my path who seemed As like the glorious shape which I had
dreamed, As is the Moon, whose changes ever run Into themselves, to the eternal
Sun ; The cold chaste Moon, the Queen of Heaven's bright isles, Who makes all ...
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Términos y frases comunes
appear Beatrice beautiful become beneath blood breath bright called calm cause child clouds cold dark dead death deep delight desire divine dream earth evil eyes fair father fear feel fire flowers follow gentle give grave green hand happy hear heard heart heaven hope hour human imagination Italy leaves less light lips living look mighty mind moon morning mortal mountains move nature never night o'er once pain pale passed poem poet poetry present remain rest rocks round ruin scene seemed sense shadow shapes slaves sleep smile soon soul sound speak spirit stand stars strange stream sweet tears thee thine things thou thought truth turned voice wandering waters waves wide wild wind wings
Pasajes populares
Página 258 - 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; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Página 247 - 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 257 - 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 ; 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...
Página 258 - What thou art we know not : What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Página 258 - 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 201 - I MET a traveller from an antique land Who said : Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered 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 the pedestal these words appear : '• My name is Ozymandias, king of kings : Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair...
Página 257 - 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 297 - ONE word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And pity from thee more dear Than that from another. 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 175 - Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep. A loftier Argo cleaves the main, Fraught with a later prize; Another Orpheus sings again, And loves, and weeps, and dies; A new Ulysses leaves once more Calypso for his native shore.
Página 287 - So it is in the world of living men: A godlike mind soars forth, in its delight Making earth bare, and veiling heaven, and when It sinks, the swarms that dimmed or shared its light Leave to its kindred lamps the spirit's awful night.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, ed. by mrs. Shelley The works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, ed. by mrs. Shelley, Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley |
| Autor | Percy Bysshe Shelley |
| Editor | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley |
| Publicado | 1847 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 11 Abr. 2006 |
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