The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: Alastor. Laon and Cythna. Rosalind and HelenReeves and Turner, 1876 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 46 筆
第 4 頁
... cold neglect , averted eyes , That blindly crushed thy soul's fond sacrifice : - My heart was all thine own , -but yet a shell Closed in it's core , which seemed impenetrable , Till sharp - toothed1 misery tore the husk in twain , Which ...
... cold neglect , averted eyes , That blindly crushed thy soul's fond sacrifice : - My heart was all thine own , -but yet a shell Closed in it's core , which seemed impenetrable , Till sharp - toothed1 misery tore the husk in twain , Which ...
第 24 頁
... cold fireside and alienated home To seek strange truths in undiscovered lands . Many a wide waste and tangled wilderness Has lured his fearless steps ; and he has1 bought With his sweet voice and eyes , from savage men , His rest and ...
... cold fireside and alienated home To seek strange truths in undiscovered lands . Many a wide waste and tangled wilderness Has lured his fearless steps ; and he has1 bought With his sweet voice and eyes , from savage men , His rest and ...
第 25 頁
... regular breath Of innocent dreams arose : then , when red morn Made paler the pale moon , to her cold home Wildered , and wan , and panting , she returned . 135 The Poet wandering on , through Arabie And Persia , THE SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE .
... regular breath Of innocent dreams arose : then , when red morn Made paler the pale moon , to her cold home Wildered , and wan , and panting , she returned . 135 The Poet wandering on , through Arabie And Persia , THE SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE .
第 27 頁
... cold white light of morning , the blue moon Low in the west , the clear and garish hills , The distinct valley and the vacant woods , Spread round him where he stood . Whither have fled The hues of heaven that canopied his bower Of ...
... cold white light of morning , the blue moon Low in the west , the clear and garish hills , The distinct valley and the vacant woods , Spread round him where he stood . Whither have fled The hues of heaven that canopied his bower Of ...
第 29 頁
... cold glare of the desolate night , Through tangled swamps and deep precipitous dells , Startling with careless step the moon - light snake , He fled . Red morning dawned upon his flight , Shedding the mockery of its vital hues Upon his ...
... cold glare of the desolate night , Through tangled swamps and deep precipitous dells , Startling with careless step the moon - light snake , He fled . Red morning dawned upon his flight , Shedding the mockery of its vital hues Upon his ...
常見字詞
Alastor amid beams beautiful beneath beside blood bosom breath bright burst calm Canto child clouds comma copy Dæmon dark dead death deep despair doth dream earth earthquakes light eyes fair faith fear flame fled gaze gleam heard heart Heaven hope human Laon and Cythna Leigh Hunt light lips living lone looks mighty Mont Blanc moon morn mountains night o'er ocean original edition pale pause PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Percy Shelley poem poet printed printer's Queen Mab Revolt of Islam rhyme Rosalind and Helen Rossetti sate seems sense shade shadow shape Shelley Shelley's edition shone silent slaves sleep smile solitude soul sound spelt spirit SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE stanza stars stood strange stream sweet swift tears thee thine things thou thought thro throne truth tyrants vast voice wandering waves weep wild winds wings word
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第 372 頁 - 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...
第 358 頁 - Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, Never thus could voyage on — Day and night, and night and day, Drifting on his dreary way, With the solid darkness black Closing round his vessel's track; Whilst above the sunless sky, Big with clouds, hangs heavily...
第 xxvii 頁 - 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.
第 376 頁 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: 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...
第 103 頁 - I then controlled My tears, my heart grew calm, and I was meek and bold. And from that hour did I with earnest thought Heap knowledge from forbidden mines of lore, Yet nothing that my tyrants knew or taught I cared to learn, but from that secret store Wrought linked armour for my soul, before It might walk forth to war among mankind...
第 182 頁 - But on her forehead, and within her eye Lay beauty, which makes hearts that feed thereon Sick with excess of sweetness ; on the throne She leaned ; — the...
第 23 頁 - By solemn vision and bright silver dream His infancy was nurtured. Every sight And sound from the vast earth and ambient air Sent to his heart its choicest impulses. The fountains of divine philosophy Fled not his thirsting lips : and all of great Or good or lovely which the sacred past In truth or fable consecrates he felt And knew.
第 75 頁 - The wilderness has a mysterious tongue Which teaches awful doubt, — or faith so mild, So solemn, so serene, that Man may be, But for such faith, with Nature reconciled. Thou hast a voice, great Mountain, to repeal Large codes of fraud and woe; not understood By all, but which the wise and great and good Interpret, or make felt, or deeply feel.
第 37 頁 - A Spirit seemed To stand beside him — clothed in no bright robes Of shadowy silver or enshrining light, Borrowed from aught the visible world affords Of grace, or majesty, or mystery; — But undulating woods, and silent well, And leaping rivulet, and evening gloom Now deepening the dark shades, for speech assuming, Held commune with him, as if he and it Were all that was, — only . . . when his regard Was raised by intense pensiveness, . . . two eyes, Two starry eyes, hung in the gloom of thought,...
第 369 頁 - mid lawny hills Which the wild sea-murmur fills, And soft sunshine, and the sound Of old forests echoing round, And the light and smell divine Of all flowers that breathe and shine.