Percy Bysshe Shelley

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  • Első álmom rólad volt,
    első álmom elröpült.
    Még az esti szél nyögött,
    még az égen csillag ült.
    Lábaimban lakik egy
    szellem: az rejtélyesen
    húzott, hozott, vezetett
    ablakodhoz, édesem!

    Csitt! A fekete folyón
    illet és szél úgy alél,...

  • Forrás folyóba ömlik,
    folyó az óceánba;
    az egeknek folyton özönlik
    vegyülő suhogása;
    magány sehol; isteni jel
    s rend, hogy minden tünemény
    keveredjék valamivel -
    Mért ne veled én?

    A hegy csókolva tör égbe,
    habot hab ölel, szorit,...

  • From “Alastor”; Preface
       “Nondum amabam, et amare amabam, quærebam quid amarem, amans amare.”—Confessions of Saint Augustine.

      EARTH, ocean, air, belovèd brotherhood!
    If our great mother has imbued my soul
    With aught of natural piety to feel
    Your love,...

  • From “View from the Euganean Hills”

      ALL is bright and clear and still
    Round the solitary hill.

    Beneath is spread like a green sea
    The waveless plain of Lombardy,
    Bounded by the vaporous air,
    Islanded by cities fair;
    Underneath day’s...

  • I Met a traveller from an antique land
    Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
    Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
    Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
    And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
    Tell that its sculptor well those...

  • From “Queen Mab,” I.
          HOW wonderful is Death!
          Death and his brother Sleep!
        One, pale as yonder waning moon,
          With lips of lurid blue;
          The other, rosy as the morn
        When, throned on ocean’s wave,
          It blushes o...

  • Music, when soft voices die,
    Vibrates in the memory,—
    Odors, when sweet violets sicken,
    Live within the sense they quicken.

    Rose-leaves, when the rose is dead,
    Are heaped for the belovèd’s bed;
    And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
    ...

  •       HAIL to thee, blithe spirit!
            Bird thou never wert,
          That from heaven, or near it,
            Pourest thy full heart
    In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

          Higher still and higher
            From the earth thou springest,...

  • I.
    i Dreamed that, as I wandered by the way,
      Bare winter suddenly was changed to spring,
    And gentle odors led my steps astray,
      Mixt with a sound of waters murmuring
    Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay
      Under a copse, and hardly dared to...

  • From “Mont Blanc”
    MONT BLANC yet gleams on high:—the power is there,
    The still and solemn power of many sights,
    And many sounds, and much of life and death.
    In the calm darkness of the moonless nights,
    In the lone glare of day, the snows descend
    ...