Poetical Works, Volume 3[G.] Bell [and sons,], 1900 |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
æther art thou ASIA azure beasts BEATRICE beautiful beneath BERNARDO blood breath bright calm CAMILLO caverns caves Cenci child CHORUS cloud cold coursers crime curse Dæmons dare dark dead death deed deep delight DEMOGORGON dread dream earth eyes faint father fear fire float flowers FURY gaze gentle GIACOMO hair hate hear heart heaven Hell hour innocent Iona IONE Jupiter light lips living look LUCRETIA MAMMON MARZIO mighty MINOTAUR moon mother mountains never night o'er ocean OLIMPIO ORSINO pain pale PANTHEA pass Pharsalia PROMETHEUS PROMETHEUS UNBOUND PURGANAX rain Richard Henry Horne round ruin Sabellus SAVELLA SCENE SEMICHORUS Sensitive Plant shadow shapes Shelley sister slave sleep smiles soft soul sound speak spirit stars stream sweet SWELLFOOT swift tears Thebes thee thine things thou art thought throne thunder torture veil voice wandering waves Whilst wind wings words
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Página 291 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, 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.
Página 294 - Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Or sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Página 64 - I'll not shed her blood ; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light.
Página 257 - To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates...
Página 113 - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Página 294 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
Página 292 - All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Página 290 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees...
Página 293 - Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awaken'd flowers, All that ever was Joyous and clear and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
Página 292 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.