The lyrics and minor poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley. With a prefatory notice, by J. Skipsey |
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... waters bubble , and flash , and sparkle in the light of the noonday sun , is there a spell so subtle or powerful as that which lurks in the feeling , the sentiment , and the melody of some of his briefest and tiniest lyrics . Read the ...
... waters bubble , and flash , and sparkle in the light of the noonday sun , is there a spell so subtle or powerful as that which lurks in the feeling , the sentiment , and the melody of some of his briefest and tiniest lyrics . Read the ...
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... waters fled The straining boat . A whirlwind swept it on , With fierce gusts and precipitating force , Through the white ridges of the chafèd sea . The waves arose . Higher and higher still Their fierce necks writhed beneath the ...
... waters fled The straining boat . A whirlwind swept it on , With fierce gusts and precipitating force , Through the white ridges of the chafèd sea . The waves arose . Higher and higher still Their fierce necks writhed beneath the ...
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... waters rose , Circling immeasurably fast , and laved With alternating dash the gnarled roots Of mighty trees that stretched their giant arms In darkness over it . I ' the midst was left , Reflecting yet distorting every cloud , A pool ...
... waters rose , Circling immeasurably fast , and laved With alternating dash the gnarled roots Of mighty trees that stretched their giant arms In darkness over it . I ' the midst was left , Reflecting yet distorting every cloud , A pool ...
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... waters tend ? Thou imagest my life . Thy darksome stillness , Thy dazzling waves , thy loud and hollow gulfs , Thy searchless fountain and invisible course , Have each their type in me . And the wide sky And measureless ocean may ...
... waters tend ? Thou imagest my life . Thy darksome stillness , Thy dazzling waves , thy loud and hollow gulfs , Thy searchless fountain and invisible course , Have each their type in me . And the wide sky And measureless ocean may ...
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... waters to the passing winds . Yet the grey precipice and solemn pine And torrent were not all - one silent nook Was there . Even on the edge of that vast mountain , Upheld by knotty roots and fallen rocks , It overlooked in its serenity ...
... waters to the passing winds . Yet the grey precipice and solemn pine And torrent were not all - one silent nook Was there . Even on the edge of that vast mountain , Upheld by knotty roots and fallen rocks , It overlooked in its serenity ...
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The Lyrics and Minor Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley - With a Prefatory Notice ... Percy Bysshe Shelley Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2010 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
beautiful beneath blood blue breath bright calm cave child clear clouds cold dark dead death deep delight dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear feel felt fire flame fled floating flow flowers followed gentle gleam golden grave green grew grey hand hear heard heart heaven hope hues human Italy Lady leaves light lips living looked lost mighty mind moon morning motion mountains move Nature never night o'er ocean once pain pale pass poet rain rest rocks round seemed shadow shapes silent sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit Spring stars strange stream sweet swift tears thee thine things thou art thought Till tower truth veil voice wandering waters waves weep wide wild wind wings woods young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 281 - 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.
Seite 178 - 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...
Seite 233 - 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. 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.
Seite 233 - The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead...
Seite 105 - 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 !
Seite 280 - Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread. And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand ; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned 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...
Seite 264 - Oh, weep for Adonais ! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head ! And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers, And teach them thine own sorrow, say : " With me Died Adonais ; till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity...
Seite 68 - Spirit of Beauty, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, - where art thou gone? Why dost thou pass away and leave our state. This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate?
Seite 277 - 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...
Seite 273 - 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...