Select Poems of ShelleyGinn, 1898 - 387 頁 |
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... decked With weeping flowers , or votive cypress wreath , The lone couch of his everlasting sleep : - Gentle , and brave , and generous , no lorn bard 55 Breathed o'er his dark fate one melodious sigh : He 4 SELECTED POEMS .
... decked With weeping flowers , or votive cypress wreath , The lone couch of his everlasting sleep : - Gentle , and brave , and generous , no lorn bard 55 Breathed o'er his dark fate one melodious sigh : He 4 SELECTED POEMS .
第 24 頁
... weep a loss that turns their lights to shade . It is a woe too ' deep for tears , ' when all Is reft at once , when some surpassing Spirit , Whose light adorned the world around it , leaves Those who remain behind , not sobs or groans ...
... weep a loss that turns their lights to shade . It is a woe too ' deep for tears , ' when all Is reft at once , when some surpassing Spirit , Whose light adorned the world around it , leaves Those who remain behind , not sobs or groans ...
第 45 頁
... weep , I sigh , III . my tears revive it not ! - it breathes no more on me ; Its mute and uncomplaining lot Is such as mine should be . 1818 . 5 ΙΟ STANZAS , WRITTEN IN DEJECTION NEAR NAPLES . I. THE 1818 . SONG , ON A FADED VIOLET . 45 ...
... weep , I sigh , III . my tears revive it not ! - it breathes no more on me ; Its mute and uncomplaining lot Is such as mine should be . 1818 . 5 ΙΟ STANZAS , WRITTEN IN DEJECTION NEAR NAPLES . I. THE 1818 . SONG , ON A FADED VIOLET . 45 ...
第 47 頁
... weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear , Till death like sleep might steal on me , And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold , and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony . 30 339 35 ...
... weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear , Till death like sleep might steal on me , And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold , and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony . 30 339 35 ...
第 70 頁
... weep down Pity , not punishment , on her own wrongs , Too much avenged by those who err . Enduring thus , the retributive hour Which since we spake is even nearer now . But hark , the hell - hounds clamour : fear delay : Behold ! Heaven ...
... weep down Pity , not punishment , on her own wrongs , Too much avenged by those who err . Enduring thus , the retributive hour Which since we spake is even nearer now . But hark , the hell - hounds clamour : fear delay : Behold ! Heaven ...
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第 183 頁 - Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view : Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
第 160 頁 - 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) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!
第 182 頁 - Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight Like a star of Heaven, In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, 20 Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see — we feel that it is there.
第 184 頁 - 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.
第 162 頁 - Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
第 270 頁 - 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.
第 185 頁 - 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. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then — as I am listening now.
第 183 頁 - 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. Like a highborn maiden in a palace tower, soothing her love-laden soul in secret hour with music sweet as love, which overflows her bower.
第 179 頁 - 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.
第 181 頁 - 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...