Select Poems of ShelleyGinn, 1898 - 387 páginas |
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Página 58
... Asia , drinking life from her loved eyes ; Why scorns the spirit which informs ye , now To commune with me ? me alone , who checked , As one who checks a fiend - drawn charioteer , The falsehood and the force of him who reigns Supreme ...
... Asia , drinking life from her loved eyes ; Why scorns the spirit which informs ye , now To commune with me ? me alone , who checked , As one who checks a fiend - drawn charioteer , The falsehood and the force of him who reigns Supreme ...
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... Asia ! who , when my being overflowed , 805 Wert like a golden chalice to bright wine . Which else had sunk into the thirsty dust . 810 All things are still : alas ! how heavily This quiet morning weighs upon my heart ; Though I should ...
... Asia ! who , when my being overflowed , 805 Wert like a golden chalice to bright wine . Which else had sunk into the thirsty dust . 810 All things are still : alas ! how heavily This quiet morning weighs upon my heart ; Though I should ...
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... ASIA alone . ASIA . From all the blasts of heaven thou hast descended : Yes , like a spirit , like a thought , which makes Unwonted tears throng to the horny eyes , And beatings haunt the desolated heart , Which should have learnt ...
... ASIA alone . ASIA . From all the blasts of heaven thou hast descended : Yes , like a spirit , like a thought , which makes Unwonted tears throng to the horny eyes , And beatings haunt the desolated heart , Which should have learnt ...
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... ASIA . Lift up thine eyes , 55 And let me read thy dream . PANTHEA . As I have said With our sea - sister at his feet I slept . The mountain mists , condensing at our voice Under the moon , had spread their snowy flakes , From the keen ...
... ASIA . Lift up thine eyes , 55 And let me read thy dream . PANTHEA . As I have said With our sea - sister at his feet I slept . The mountain mists , condensing at our voice Under the moon , had spread their snowy flakes , From the keen ...
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... ASIA . Thou speakest , but thy words Are as the air : I feel them not : Oh , lift Thine that I eyes , may read his written soul ! PANTHEA . I lift them though they droop beneath the load Of that they would express : what canst thou see ...
... ASIA . Thou speakest , but thy words Are as the air : I feel them not : Oh , lift Thine that I eyes , may read his written soul ! PANTHEA . I lift them though they droop beneath the load Of that they would express : what canst thou see ...
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Adonais aërial Æschylus Alastor Aornos ASIA azure beauty beneath breath bright calm caverns caves clouds cold Dæmons dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine Dowden Dowden's dream earth echoes edition Epipsychidion eternal evil eyes faint fear feel fire fled flowers Forman gaze gentle Gisborne Godwin golden green Harriet heart heaven Hogg hope hour human ideal Jupiter leaves Leigh Hunt light living MAGNETIC LADY Mary Shelley mighty mind moon mountains mourns for Adonais nature never night o'er ocean pain pale PANTHEA Plato poem poet poet's poetic poetry Prometheus Prometheus Unbound Queen Mab Revolt of Islam Rossetti round scene SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley Shelley's sister sleep smiles soft song soul sound spirit stanza stars Stopford Brooke stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought throne Trelawny veil voice wandering waves weep wild wind wind-flowers wings words
Pasajes populares
Página 279 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Página 182 - 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 - 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: O thou, 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 (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)...
Página 178 - 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 268 - The splendours of the firmament of time May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not ; Like stars to their appointed height they climb, And death is a low mist which cannot blot The brightness it may veil. When lofty thought Lifts a young heart above its mortal lair, And love and life contend in it, for what Shall be its earthly doom, the dead live there, And move like winds of light on dark and stormy air.
Página 276 - 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 45 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Página 177 - 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 180 - 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. Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, singing hymns unbidden till the world is wrought to sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Página 179 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air...