The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, 第 1 卷Reeves and Turner, 1876 |
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第 xxxii 頁
... heart out of which these perfections spring carry with them the conditions of relative imperfection in the minor details of his work . The lyrical depth and impetuosity of feeling which carries Shelley on , and gives such freedom and ...
... heart out of which these perfections spring carry with them the conditions of relative imperfection in the minor details of his work . The lyrical depth and impetuosity of feeling which carries Shelley on , and gives such freedom and ...
第 4 頁
... heart . Oh , gentle Spirit thou hast often sung , How fallen on evil days thy heart was wrung ; Now fierce remorse and unreplying death Waken a chord within my heart , whose breath , Thrilling and keen , in accents audible A tale of ...
... heart . Oh , gentle Spirit thou hast often sung , How fallen on evil days thy heart was wrung ; Now fierce remorse and unreplying death Waken a chord within my heart , whose breath , Thrilling and keen , in accents audible A tale of ...
第 7 頁
... heart . Infant immortal ! chosen for the sky ! No grief upon thy brow's young purity Entrenched sad lines , or ... hearts , divided in ill hour , We could not watch the bud's expanding flower , Now thou art gone , one guileless victim ...
... heart . Infant immortal ! chosen for the sky ! No grief upon thy brow's young purity Entrenched sad lines , or ... hearts , divided in ill hour , We could not watch the bud's expanding flower , Now thou art gone , one guileless victim ...
第 9 頁
... heart of hearts . The sad revolving year has not allayed The poison of those bleeding wounds , or made The anguish less of that corroding thought Which has with grief each single moment fraught . Edward , thy voice was hushed - thy noble ...
... heart of hearts . The sad revolving year has not allayed The poison of those bleeding wounds , or made The anguish less of that corroding thought Which has with grief each single moment fraught . Edward , thy voice was hushed - thy noble ...
第 22 頁
... heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy deep mysteries . I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins , where black death Keeps record of the trophies won from thee , Hoping to still these obstinate questionings Of thee and thine , by ...
... heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy deep mysteries . I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins , where black death Keeps record of the trophies won from thee , Hoping to still these obstinate questionings Of thee and thine , by ...
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Alastor amid beams beautiful beneath beside blood breath bright burst calm Canto child clouds comma copy Dæmon dark dead death deep desart despair doth dream earth earthquakes light eyes fair faith fear feel flame fled frame gaze gleam heart Heaven hope human Laon and Cythna Leigh Hunt light lips living lone looks mighty mind Mont Blanc moon morn mortal 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 Rossetti ruin 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 tyrant vast voice wandering waves weep wild winds wings word
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第 348 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 352 頁 - 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 !
第 350 頁 - Of life, at that sweet time when winds are wooing All vital things that wake to bring News of birds and blossoming, Sudden, thy shadow fell on me ; I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy ! I vowed that I would dedicate my powers To thee and thine : have I not kept the vow...
第 83 頁 - Without reproach or check." 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 352 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 160 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 King, with gathered brow and lips Wreathed by long scorn, did inly sneer and frown With hue like that when some great painter dips His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse.
第 345 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.
第 348 頁 - Frail spells, whose uttered charm might not avail to sever, From all we hear and all we see, Doubt, chance, and mutability.
第 12 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 16 頁 - Whither have fled The hues of heaven that canopied his bower Of yesternight ? the sounds that soothed his sleep, The mystery and the majesty of earth, The joy, the exultation? His wan eyes Gaze on the empty scene as vacantly As ocean's moon looks on the moon in heaven.