Poems, selected and arranged by S.A. Brooke |
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Zadetki 1–5 od 64
Stran xiii
... never varies from itself : it is closely clung to from beginning to end , and is deeply felt throughout . The poetry and its art , both imaginative and technical , are of ... never described for herself alone , never for pure PREFACE . xiii.
... never varies from itself : it is closely clung to from beginning to end , and is deeply felt throughout . The poetry and its art , both imaginative and technical , are of ... never described for herself alone , never for pure PREFACE . xiii.
Stran xiv
Percy Bysshe Shelley Stopford Augustus Brooke. is never described for herself alone , never for pure joy in her . She is made to reflect the thoughts and passion of the wandering poet until the very last , when his life and that of the ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley Stopford Augustus Brooke. is never described for herself alone , never for pure joy in her . She is made to reflect the thoughts and passion of the wandering poet until the very last , when his life and that of the ...
Stran xviii
... never so much as to spoil the natural wildness of the Imagination's play . Enough is done to suggest that there may be a meaning in it all , but not enough to tell that meaning . " I mean nothing , " Shelley would have said ; " I did ...
... never so much as to spoil the natural wildness of the Imagination's play . Enough is done to suggest that there may be a meaning in it all , but not enough to tell that meaning . " I mean nothing , " Shelley would have said ; " I did ...
Stran xix
... never quite got back again . It Adonais , awakened in him not only by his sym- pathy with Keats , but also by the resemblance of the fate of Keats to his own , is almost as much concerned with Shelley as with its subject . There is ...
... never quite got back again . It Adonais , awakened in him not only by his sym- pathy with Keats , but also by the resemblance of the fate of Keats to his own , is almost as much concerned with Shelley as with its subject . There is ...
Stran xli
... never brings the bird into contact with us at all . It is left in the sky , singing ; it will never leave the sky . It is the archetype of the lark we seem to listen to , and yet we cannot conceive it , we have no power- " What thou art ...
... never brings the bird into contact with us at all . It is left in the sky , singing ; it will never leave the sky . It is the archetype of the lark we seem to listen to , and yet we cannot conceive it , we have no power- " What thou art ...
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Adonais aërial Alastor ANTISTROPHE Apennine azure beams beautiful beneath bird blue bowers breath bright calm cave caverns clouds cold Dæmons dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON dreams earth eternal Euganean Hills eyes faint fear fire fled float flowers forest gaze gentle golden grave green grey heart heaven hope human isles kiss leaves light lips living lone long past Maddalo mighty mist moon mountains Nature never night nursling o'er ocean odour OZYMANDIAS pale pale flowers Pantheism passion poem poet poetry Prometheus Unbound rain Revolt of Islam round SEMICHORUS Sensitive Plant shadow shadows watch shattered visage Shelley Shelley's sleep smile snow soft song soul sound spirit splendour stars storm stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought thro tower vapours veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wind-flowers wingèd wings woods
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Stran 279 - 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...
Stran 65 - With a sweet emotion ; Nothing in the world is single ; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle...
Stran 278 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Stran 102 - 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...
Stran 294 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell...
Stran 121 - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing...
Stran 277 - 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...
Stran 302 - A BOOK OF GOLDEN DEEDS of All Times and All Countries. Gathered and Narrated Anew. By the Author of
Stran 5 - 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.
Stran 120 - Life of Life, thy lips enkindle With their love the breath between them; And thy smiles before they dwindle Make the cold air fire; then screen them In those looks, where whoso gazes Faints, entangled in their mazes.