The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, with His Life, 第 1 卷J. Ascham, 1834 - 1004 頁 |
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... fair heaven . Come , gentle friend : wilt sit by me ? And be as thou wert wont to be Ere we were disunited ? None doth behold us now : the power That led us forth at this lone hour Will be but ill requited If thou depart in scorn : oh ...
... fair heaven . Come , gentle friend : wilt sit by me ? And be as thou wert wont to be Ere we were disunited ? None doth behold us now : the power That led us forth at this lone hour Will be but ill requited If thou depart in scorn : oh ...
第 8 頁
... fair fountain hung the sky , Now splangled with rare stars . The snake , The pale snake , that with eager breath Creeps here his noontide thirst to slake , Is beaming with many a mingled hue , Shed from 8 ROSALIND AND HELEN .
... fair fountain hung the sky , Now splangled with rare stars . The snake , The pale snake , that with eager breath Creeps here his noontide thirst to slake , Is beaming with many a mingled hue , Shed from 8 ROSALIND AND HELEN .
第 10 頁
... fair ! A fearful tale ! The truth was worse ; For here a sister and a brother Had solemnized a monstrous curse , Meeting in this fair solitude : For beneath yon very sky , Had they resigned to one another Body and soul . The multitude ...
... fair ! A fearful tale ! The truth was worse ; For here a sister and a brother Had solemnized a monstrous curse , Meeting in this fair solitude : For beneath yon very sky , Had they resigned to one another Body and soul . The multitude ...
第 11 頁
... fair as he , In years which never more may be , By that same fount , in that same wood , The like sweet fancies had pursued ; And that a mother , lost like her , Had mournfully sate watching him . Then all the scene was wont to swim ...
... fair as he , In years which never more may be , By that same fount , in that same wood , The like sweet fancies had pursued ; And that a mother , lost like her , Had mournfully sate watching him . Then all the scene was wont to swim ...
第 16 頁
... fair and mild When April has wept itself to May ; I sate through the sweet sunny day By my window bowered round with leaves , And down my cheeks the quick tears ran Like twinkling rain - drops from the eaves , When warm spring showers ...
... fair and mild When April has wept itself to May ; I sate through the sweet sunny day By my window bowered round with leaves , And down my cheeks the quick tears ran Like twinkling rain - drops from the eaves , When warm spring showers ...
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第 70 頁 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
第 35 頁 - While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave, and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead. I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed ; I was not heard : I saw them not. When musing deeply on the lot 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...
第 69 頁 - O, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas ! My heart beats loud and fast: Oh! press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last ! Very few, perhaps, are familiar with these lines — yet no less a poet than Shelley is their author.
第 48 頁 - Our breath shall intermix, our bosoms bound, And our veins beat together; and our lips, With o'ther eloquence than words, eclipse The soul that burns between them...
第 95 頁 - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
第 73 頁 - I am the eye with which the Universe Beholds itself and knows itself divine; All harmony of instrument or verse, All prophecy, all medicine are mine, All light of art or nature; — to my song, Victory and praise in their own right belong.
第 128 頁 - But thou art fled Like some frail exhalation, which the dawn Robes in its golden beams, — ah ! thou hast fled ! The brave, the gentle, and the beautiful, The child of grace and genius. Heartless things Are done and said i...
第 27 頁 - You are now In London, that great sea, whose ebb and flow At once is deaf and loud, and on the shore Vomits its wrecks, and still howls on for more.
第 63 頁 - I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee!
第 46 頁 - True love in this differs from gold and clay, That to divide is not to take away. Love is like understanding, that grows bright, Gazing on many truths...