The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: The Text Carefully Rev., with Notes and a Memoir, Volumen2J. Slark, 1881 |
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... When she was a thing that did not stir , And the crawling worms were cradling her To a sleep more deep and so more sweet Than a baby's rocked on its nurse's knee , I lived ; a living pulse then beat Beneath my 10 ROSALIND AND HELEN .
... When she was a thing that did not stir , And the crawling worms were cradling her To a sleep more deep and so more sweet Than a baby's rocked on its nurse's knee , I lived ; a living pulse then beat Beneath my 10 ROSALIND AND HELEN .
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... living pulse then beat Beneath my heart , that awakened me . What was this pulse so warm and free ? Alas ! I knew it could not be My own dull blood . ' Twas like a thought Of liquid love , that spread and wrought Under my bosom and in ...
... living pulse then beat Beneath my heart , that awakened me . What was this pulse so warm and free ? Alas ! I knew it could not be My own dull blood . ' Twas like a thought Of liquid love , that spread and wrought Under my bosom and in ...
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... living breast ; Which all that I had undergone .I Of grief and shame , since she who first The gates of that dark refuge closed Came to my sight , and almost burst The seal of that Lethean spring . But these fair shadows interposed ...
... living breast ; Which all that I had undergone .I Of grief and shame , since she who first The gates of that dark refuge closed Came to my sight , and almost burst The seal of that Lethean spring . But these fair shadows interposed ...
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... living ; but a corse Is merciless , and Power doth give To such pale tyrants half the spoil He rends from those who groan and toil , Because they blush not with remorse Among their crawling worms . Behold , I have no child ! My tale ...
... living ; but a corse Is merciless , and Power doth give To such pale tyrants half the spoil He rends from those who groan and toil , Because they blush not with remorse Among their crawling worms . Behold , I have no child ! My tale ...
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... living stem Is cankered in its heart , the tree must fall- Died ere her time . And with deep grief and awe The pale survivors followed her remains , Beyond the region of dissolving rains , Up the cold mountain she was wont to call Her ...
... living stem Is cankered in its heart , the tree must fall- Died ere her time . And with deep grief and awe The pale survivors followed her remains , Beyond the region of dissolving rains , Up the cold mountain she was wont to call Her ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adonais Æschylus Ahasuerus art thou Asia azure Beatrice beautiful beneath Bernardo blood breath bright calm Camillo Cenci child cloud cold Colonna Palace crime curse Dæmons dare dark dead death deep delight Demogorgon dream earth evil eyes faint father fear fire flowers Francesco Fury gentle Giacomo hair hate hear heard heart heaven hell hope hour innocent Iona Jupiter light limbs lips living look Lucretia Maddalo Mahmud Mammon Marzio mighty mind Monsignore moon mother mountains never night nursling o'er ocean Olimpio Orsino pain Palace pale Panthea pass Peter Bell poem Pope Prometheus Prometheus Unbound Pyrganax Rome round ruin Savella scorn SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley sister sleep smiles soul sound speak spirit stars sweet Swellfoot swift tears Thebes thee thine things thou art thought throne torture truth tyrants Venice voice wandering weep wind wings words
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Página 380 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Página 377 - He is made one with Nature : there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird ; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Página 377 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there, All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th...
Página 377 - tis Death is dead, not he; Mourn not for Adonais, — Thou young Dawn Turn all thy dew to splendour, for from thee The spirit thou lamentest is not gone; Ye caverns and ye forests, cease to moan!
Página 452 - ... The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments. - Die, If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek! Follow where all is fled! - Rome's azure sky, Flowers, ruins, statues, music, words, are weak The glory they transfuse with fitting truth to speak.
Página 85 - 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 374 - Thus ceased she: and the mountain shepherds came, Their garlands sere, their magic mantles rent; The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame Over his living head like Heaven is bent, An early but enduring monument, Came, veiling all the lightnings of his song In sorrow...
Página 300 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks...
Página 379 - This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble ; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death Welcoming him we lose with scarce extinguished breath. Here pause : these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each...
Página 378 - Yet faded from him ; Sidney, as he fought, And as he fell, and as he lived and loved, Sublimely mild, a spirit without spot, Arose ; and Lucan, by his death approved ; — Oblivion as they rose shrank like a thing reproved.