The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Том 3Little, Brown, 1866 |
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... eyes He sees fair things in many hideous shapes , And trumpets all his falsehood to the world . Like other beetles he is fed on dung ; He has eleven feet with which he crawls , Trailing a blistering slime ; and this foul beast Has ...
... eyes He sees fair things in many hideous shapes , And trumpets all his falsehood to the world . Like other beetles he is fed on dung ; He has eleven feet with which he crawls , Trailing a blistering slime ; and this foul beast Has ...
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... eyes , Or hear their names with ears that tingle not With blood of indignation , rage , and shame ! ” This is a perilous liquor , good my lords . [ SWELLFOOT approaches to touch the GREEN BAG . Beware ! for God's sake , beware ! —if you ...
... eyes , Or hear their names with ears that tingle not With blood of indignation , rage , and shame ! ” This is a perilous liquor , good my lords . [ SWELLFOOT approaches to touch the GREEN BAG . Beware ! for God's sake , beware ! —if you ...
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... eyes , Diminish , till at length , by glorious steps , All the land's produce will be merged in taxes , And the revenue will amount to nothing ! The failure of a foreign market for Sausages , bristles OR , SWELLFOOT THE TYRANT . 27 27.
... eyes , Diminish , till at length , by glorious steps , All the land's produce will be merged in taxes , And the revenue will amount to nothing ! The failure of a foreign market for Sausages , bristles OR , SWELLFOOT THE TYRANT . 27 27.
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... eyes are green , Scorpions are green , and water - snakes , and efts , And verdigris , and— PURGANAX . Honourable swine , In piggish souls can prepossessions reign ? Allow me to remind you , grass is green- All flesh is grass ; -no ...
... eyes are green , Scorpions are green , and water - snakes , and efts , And verdigris , and— PURGANAX . Honourable swine , In piggish souls can prepossessions reign ? Allow me to remind you , grass is green- All flesh is grass ; -no ...
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... eyes . AN OLD BOAR ( aside . ) They do not smoke you first . Take care , my lord , PURGANAX . At the approaching feast Of Famine , let the expiation be . SWINE . Content ! content ! IONA TAURINA ( aside . ) I , most content of all ...
... eyes . AN OLD BOAR ( aside . ) They do not smoke you first . Take care , my lord , PURGANAX . At the approaching feast Of Famine , let the expiation be . SWINE . Content ! content ! IONA TAURINA ( aside . ) I , most content of all ...
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Apennine Athanase beams beasts beneath blood BOAR Boeotia bosom brain breath bright child clouds cold dark dead death deep delight Devil divine dream earth eternal EUGANEAN HILLS eyes faint fair fear flame flowers gentle gleam grave green grew grief hair hear heard heart heaven Helen hell hope human Italy knew lady LECHLADE light lips live looked Maddalo MAMMON MASQUE OF ANARCHY mighty mind Minotaur Mont Blanc moon mountains never night nursling o'er ocean odour pain pale Peter Bell pigs poem PURGANAX Queen rain Rosalind round scorn SEMICHORUS Sensitive-Plant shadow Shelley silent sleep smile soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet SWELLFOOT swine Tally-ho tears tempest Thebes thee thine things Thou art thought Tmolus toil tomb tower truth twas tyrant Venice voice waves weep Whilst wild wind wind-flowers wings words
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Страница 322 - 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...
Страница 326 - Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view : 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-awakened flowers All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
Страница 323 - 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.
Страница 324 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, — we feel that it is there.
Страница 46 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks...
Страница 321 - Mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail. And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the Blast.
Страница 199 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Страница 319 - Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
Страница 327 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Страница 163 - From the sunset's radiant springs. And the soft dreams of the morn (Which like winged winds had borne, To that silent isle which lies Mid remembered agonies, The frail bark of this lone being) Pass, to other sufferers fleeing ; And its ancient pilot, Pain, Sits beside the helm again.