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... Class-book of English poetry - 第301页作者:English poetry - 1866全本阅读 - 图书信息
| Hugh Roberts - 2010 - 549 页
...IV, 505; "Lines Written Among the Euganean Hills," 312; Hellas, 837. This is not an exhaustive lisi. I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the...child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise, and unbuild it again. — (81-84) The equation of birth and death in the penultimate line —... | |
| John Cordelier - 2004 - 185 页
...Out of that healing darkness in which the soul was lost on Calvary, there steals upon its vision " like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb," the radiant form of a new transfigured life in which it is to share. Gently that life comes forth from... | |
| Rob Pope - 2005 - 328 页
...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,...child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again. (from Percy Shelley, The Cloud, 1820) Contents Acknowledgements xii . .... | |
| Gavin Pretor-Pinney - 2006 - 334 页
...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,...child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise, and unbuild it again. Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Cloud' THE CLOUD GENERA .CIRRUS I I I CIRROSTRATUS... | |
| Kshudiram Saha - 2008 - 374 页
...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,...child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again. PB Shelly The important point to note here is that at every change of phase,... | |
| Mohamed Gad-el-Hak - 2008 - 569 页
...the pores of the ocean and shores I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain with never a strain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and...child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb I arise and unbuild again. (From The Cloud by Percy Bysshe Shelley) Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks!... | |
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