The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, with His Life, Volumen2J. Ascham, 1834 |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 88
Página 6
... o'er thy wickedness Even with a sister's woe . I knew What to the evil world is due , And therefore sternly did refuse To link me with the infamy Of one so lost as Helen . Now , Bewildered by my dire despair , Wondering I blush , and ...
... o'er thy wickedness Even with a sister's woe . I knew What to the evil world is due , And therefore sternly did refuse To link me with the infamy Of one so lost as Helen . Now , Bewildered by my dire despair , Wondering I blush , and ...
Página 6
... o'er thy wickedness Even with a sister's woe . I knew What to the evil world is due , And therefore sternly did refuse To link me with the infamy Of one so lost as Helen . Now , Bewildered by my dire despair , Wondering I blush , and ...
... o'er thy wickedness Even with a sister's woe . I knew What to the evil world is due , And therefore sternly did refuse To link me with the infamy Of one so lost as Helen . Now , Bewildered by my dire despair , Wondering I blush , and ...
Página 8
... o'er her face , laughed with the glee Of light and unsuspecting infancy , And whispered in her ear , " Bring home with you That sweet strange lady - friend . " Then off he flew , But stopt , and beckoned with a meaning smile , Where the ...
... o'er her face , laughed with the glee Of light and unsuspecting infancy , And whispered in her ear , " Bring home with you That sweet strange lady - friend . " Then off he flew , But stopt , and beckoned with a meaning smile , Where the ...
Página 12
... tearless eye , And with a heart which would deny The secret joy it could not quell , Low muttering o'er his loathed name ; Till from that self - contention came Remorse where sin was none ; a hell Which in 12 ROSALIND AND HELEN .
... tearless eye , And with a heart which would deny The secret joy it could not quell , Low muttering o'er his loathed name ; Till from that self - contention came Remorse where sin was none ; a hell Which in 12 ROSALIND AND HELEN .
Página 16
... o'er : O Helen , none can ever tell The joy it was to weep once more ! I wept to think how hard it were To kill my babe , and take from it The sense of light , and the warm air , And my own fond and tender care , And love , and smiles ...
... o'er : O Helen , none can ever tell The joy it was to weep once more ! I wept to think how hard it were To kill my babe , and take from it The sense of light , and the warm air , And my own fond and tender care , And love , and smiles ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
ANTISTROPHE art thou Bay of Spezia beams Beatr Beatrice beautiful beneath breath bright calm cave cavern Cenci chidden child Chorus clouds cold Cyclops Dæmon dark dead dear death deep delight divine dream earth EPODE eyes faint Faust fear flame flowers folded palm gentle Giac golden air green grew grey grief hair hear heard heart heaven hope lady leaves LEIGH HUNT light limbs lips living look Lord Byron Lucr Maddalo mighty mind moon mortal mountains never night o'er ocean odour pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY pinnace Pisa rocks round sate scorn shadow Shelley silent sleep smile soft soul sound speak spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears thee thine things thou art thought thro truth twas Ulys veil voice wake wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings woods words youth