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Autres éditions - Tout afficher
The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volume 2 Percy Bysshe Shelley Affichage du livre entier - 1882 |
The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volume 2 Percy Bysshe Shelley Affichage du livre entier - 1855 |
The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volume 2 Percy Bysshe Shelley Affichage du livre entier - 1855 |
Expressions et termes fréquents
beautiful beneath blood brain breath bright calm child clear clouds cold dark dead dear death deep delight divine dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear feel fire flame flowers follow gentle grave gray green grew hair hand hear heard heart heaven hope human Italy knew lady leaves less light lips living looked lost memory mighty mind moon morning mountains move nature never night o'er ocean once pain pale pass past Peter poem rain round seemed shadow shape Shelley silent sleep smile soft soon soul sound spirit spring stars strange stream sweet tears thee thine things thou thou art thought Till tower truth turned veil voice wandering waters waves weep wide wild wind wings woods
Fréquemment cités
Page 326 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Page 99 - Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Page 90 - He wakes or sleeps with the enduring dead ; Thou canst not soar where he is sitting now. Dust to the dust, but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal, which must glow Through time and change, unquenchably the same, Whilst thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame.
Page 138 - 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...
Page 322 - 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...
Page 94 - Oh! not of him, but of our joy: 'tis nought That ages, empires, and religions there Lie buried in the ravage they have wrought; For such as he can lend, — they borrow not Glory from those who made the world their prey; And he is gathered to the kings of thought Who waged contention with their time's decay, And of the past are all that cannot pass away.
Page 319 - Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
Page 165 - Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute : — No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell.
Page 327 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Page 321 - 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.
Informations bibliographiques
| Titre | The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volume 2 British poets. Riverside ed The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley |
| Auteur | Percy Bysshe Shelley |
| Éditeur | Houghton, Osgood, 1855 |
| Original provenant de | Université de Harvard |
| Numérisé | 6 nov. 2007 |
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