Poems from ShelleyMacmillan, 1880 - 340 стор. |
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Adonais Alastor ANTISTROPHE Apennine azure beams beasts beauty beneath blue bowers breath bright calm cave caverns clouds cold dæmon dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine dream earth Epipsychidion eternal eyes faint fire flame transformed fled float flowers folded palm forest gentle golden green grew grey grief heart Heaven hope isles JOHN KEATS kiss leaves light living Maddalo melody mist Mont Blanc moon morning mortal mountains mourns for Adonais never night NOTE nursling o'er ocean odour pale passion poem poet rain Revolt of Islam round SEMICHORUS Sensitive Plant shadow Shelley Shelley's silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spirit of Solitude splendour stars storm stream sweet swift Syrian Tale tears thee thine things thou art thought thro tower tremble vapour veil verse voice wandering waves weep wild wind wind-flowers wingèd wings woods
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Сторінка 137 - TO A SKYLARK. HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest, i singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Сторінка 137 - singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightning, Thou dost float and run ; :e an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven, In the broad day-light
Сторінка 150 - And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile Whilst he is dissolving in rains. The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead, As on the jag of a mountain crag,
Сторінка 130 - Alas ! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around, Nor that content surpassing wealth The sage in meditation found, And walked with inward glory crowned—• Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I
Сторінка 139 - Or triumphal chaunt, Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains 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.
Сторінка 78 - THE INDIAN SERENADE. I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright : I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me—who knows
Сторінка 310 - Go thou to Rome,—at once the Paradise, The grave, the city, and the wilderness ; And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise, And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile
Сторінка xxiii - O that I had wings like a dove ; then would I flee away, and be at rest." But the good this exile did his art was largely counterbalanced by its harm. Shelley's individuality, unchecked by that of others, grew too great, and tended not only to isolate him from men, but
Сторінка v - DID YOU ONCE SEE SHELLEY PLAIN AND DID HE STOP AND SPEAK TO YOU, AND DID YOU SPEAK TO HIM AGAIN? HOW STRANGE IT SEEMS, AND NEW ! II. BUT YOU WERE LIVING BEFORE THAT, AND ALSO YOU ARE LIVING AFTER ; AND THE MEMORY
Сторінка xxxiii - of his imagination. I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb I arise and unbuild it again.