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Behold it, rolling on llDder the curdling winds, and islanding The peak whereon
we stand, midway, around, Encinctured by the dark and blooming forests, Dim
twilight-lawns and stream-illumined caves, And wind-enchanted shapes of ...
Behold it, rolling on llDder the curdling winds, and islanding The peak whereon
we stand, midway, around, Encinctured by the dark and blooming forests, Dim
twilight-lawns and stream-illumined caves, And wind-enchanted shapes of ...
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O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen
presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes : 0
thou, Who ...
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen
presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes : 0
thou, Who ...
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The dark grass, and the flowers among the grass, Were bright with tears as the
crowd did pass ; From their sighs the wind caught a mournful tone, And sate in
the pines and gave groan for groan. The garden, once fair, became cold and foul,
...
The dark grass, and the flowers among the grass, Were bright with tears as the
crowd did pass ; From their sighs the wind caught a mournful tone, And sate in
the pines and gave groan for groan. The garden, once fair, became cold and foul,
...
Página 308
A widow bird sate mourning for her love Upon a wintry bough ; The frozen wind
crept on above, The freezing stream below. There was no leaf upon the forest
bare, No flower upon the ground, And little motion in the air Except the mill-
wheel's ...
A widow bird sate mourning for her love Upon a wintry bough ; The frozen wind
crept on above, The freezing stream below. There was no leaf upon the forest
bare, No flower upon the ground, And little motion in the air Except the mill-
wheel's ...
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The wind was violent and contrary ; if we could not reach Calais, the sailors
proposed making for Boulogne. They promised only two hours' sail from shore,
yet hour after hour passed, and we were still for distant, when the moon sunk in
the red ...
The wind was violent and contrary ; if we could not reach Calais, the sailors
proposed making for Boulogne. They promised only two hours' sail from shore,
yet hour after hour passed, and we were still for distant, when the moon sunk in
the red ...
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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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