The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, with His Life, Band 1J. Ascham, 1834 - 1004 Seiten |
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... and I believed that life was love . How am I lost ! on wings of swift desire Among Heaven's winds my spirit once did move . I slept , and silver dreams did aye inspire My liquid sleep : I woke , and did approve 28 ROSALIND AND HELEN .
... and I believed that life was love . How am I lost ! on wings of swift desire Among Heaven's winds my spirit once did move . I slept , and silver dreams did aye inspire My liquid sleep : I woke , and did approve 28 ROSALIND AND HELEN .
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... move , When life had failed , and all its pains : And sudden sleep would seize him oft Like death , so calm , but that a tear , His pointed eye - lashes between , Would gather in the light serene Of smiles , whose lustre bright and soft ...
... move , When life had failed , and all its pains : And sudden sleep would seize him oft Like death , so calm , but that a tear , His pointed eye - lashes between , Would gather in the light serene Of smiles , whose lustre bright and soft ...
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... move ; A Metaphor of Spring and Youth and Morning ; A Vison like incarnate April , warning , With smiles and tears , Frost the Anatomy Into his summer grave . Ah ! woe is me ! What have I dared ? where am I lifted ? how Shall I descend ...
... move ; A Metaphor of Spring and Youth and Morning ; A Vison like incarnate April , warning , With smiles and tears , Frost the Anatomy Into his summer grave . Ah ! woe is me ! What have I dared ? where am I lifted ? how Shall I descend ...
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... move . Whom we seek here ? " But what is he , " Of his sad history I know but this , " said Maddalo : " he came To Venice a dejected man , and fame Said he was wealthy , or he had been so . Some thought the loss of fortune wrought him ...
... move . Whom we seek here ? " But what is he , " Of his sad history I know but this , " said Maddalo : " he came To Venice a dejected man , and fame Said he was wealthy , or he had been so . Some thought the loss of fortune wrought him ...
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... move some heart that heeded not , If sent to distant lands ; -- and then as one Reproaching deeds never to be undone , With wondering self - compassion ; —then his speech Was lost in grief , and then his words came each Unmodulated and ...
... move some heart that heeded not , If sent to distant lands ; -- and then as one Reproaching deeds never to be undone , With wondering self - compassion ; —then his speech Was lost in grief , and then his words came each Unmodulated and ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ANTISTROPHE art thou azure Baubo beams beautiful beneath bowers brain breath bright burning calm cave cavern chidden Chorus city of death clouds cold cradle Cyclops Cyprian Dæmon dark dead death deep delight divine dream earth EPODE eyes faint fair Faust fear fire flowers folded palm gaze gentle golden air grave green grew grey grief hair heart heaven Hermes hope isles kiss lady leaves light limbs lips living lone love waves Meph mighty mind moon mortal mountains never night o'er ocean odour Onchestus pale rocks round sate scorn shadow silent sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought Tmolus tower truth Ulys veil voice wandering waves weep wept western isles Whilst wild wind wind-flowers wings woods words youth
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Seite 70 - 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.
Seite 35 - 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...
Seite 69 - 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.
Seite 48 - 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...
Seite 95 - 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.
Seite 73 - 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.
Seite 128 - 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...
Seite 27 - 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.
Seite 63 - 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!
Seite 46 - 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...