The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, 第 1 卷Reeves and Turner, 1876 |
搜尋書籍內容
第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 54 筆
第 xxix 頁
... shape of critical revision . Nor in the first printing did he make any important alterations or correct the press with any great care . " In regard to the penultimate sentence , it is right to remark that The Revolt of Islam , at all ...
... shape of critical revision . Nor in the first printing did he make any important alterations or correct the press with any great care . " In regard to the penultimate sentence , it is right to remark that The Revolt of Islam , at all ...
第 25 頁
... shapes , nor , when the moon Filled the mysterious halls with floating shades Suspended he that task , but ever gazed And gazed , till meaning on his vacant mind Flashed like strong inspiration , and he saw The thrilling secrets of the ...
... shapes , nor , when the moon Filled the mysterious halls with floating shades Suspended he that task , but ever gazed And gazed , till meaning on his vacant mind Flashed like strong inspiration , and he saw The thrilling secrets of the ...
第 28 頁
... shape ! Does the dark gate of death Conduct to thy mysterious paradise , O Sleep ? Does the bright arch of rainbow clouds , And pendent mountains seen in the calm lake , Lead only to a black and watery depth , While death's blue vault ...
... shape ! Does the dark gate of death Conduct to thy mysterious paradise , O Sleep ? Does the bright arch of rainbow clouds , And pendent mountains seen in the calm lake , Lead only to a black and watery depth , While death's blue vault ...
第 36 頁
... shapes in the weird clouds . Soft mossy lawns Beneath these canopies extend their swells , 445 Fragrant with perfumed herbs , and eyed with blooms 450 Minute yet beautiful . One darkest glen Sends from its woods of musk - rose , twined ...
... shapes in the weird clouds . Soft mossy lawns Beneath these canopies extend their swells , 445 Fragrant with perfumed herbs , and eyed with blooms 450 Minute yet beautiful . One darkest glen Sends from its woods of musk - rose , twined ...
第 45 頁
... shapes Of this phantasmal scene , who have to thee Been purest ministers , who are , alas ! Now thou art not . Upon those pallid lips So sweet even in their silence , on those eyes That image sleep in death , upon that form Yet safe ...
... shapes Of this phantasmal scene , who have to thee Been purest ministers , who are , alas ! Now thou art not . Upon those pallid lips So sweet even in their silence , on those eyes That image sleep in death , upon that form Yet safe ...
其他版本 - 查看全部
常見字詞
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
熱門章節
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.