Posthumous Poems of Percy Bysshe ShelleyJohn and Henry L. Hunt, 1824 - 415 страници This volume was published just two years after Shelley's death. It collects some of his final poems, including unfinished works. Shelley's wife, Mary, was responsible for assembling the collection, and she also provides a revealing introduction. |
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... waves which he loved became his playmates . His days were chiefly spent on the water ; the management of his boat , its alterations and improvements , were his principal occupation . At night , when the unclouded moon PREFACE .
... waves which he loved became his playmates . His days were chiefly spent on the water ; the management of his boat , its alterations and improvements , were his principal occupation . At night , when the unclouded moon PREFACE .
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... water hear that bell , Which calls the maniacs , each one from his cell , To vespers . " — " As much skill as need to pray , In thanks or hope for their dark lot have they , To their stern maker , ” I replied.— “ O , ho ! You talk as in ...
... water hear that bell , Which calls the maniacs , each one from his cell , To vespers . " — " As much skill as need to pray , In thanks or hope for their dark lot have they , To their stern maker , ” I replied.— “ O , ho ! You talk as in ...
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... water - drops the sandy fountain stone ; Who loved and pitied all things , and could moan For woes which others hear not , and could see The absent with the glass of phantasy , And near the poor and trampled sit and weep , Following the ...
... water - drops the sandy fountain stone ; Who loved and pitied all things , and could moan For woes which others hear not , and could see The absent with the glass of phantasy , And near the poor and trampled sit and weep , Following the ...
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... water deep She saw the constellations reel and dance Like fire - flies - and withal did ever keep The tenour of her contemplations calm , With open eyes , closed feet and folded palm . XXIX . And when the whirlwinds and the clouds ...
... water deep She saw the constellations reel and dance Like fire - flies - and withal did ever keep The tenour of her contemplations calm , With open eyes , closed feet and folded palm . XXIX . And when the whirlwinds and the clouds ...
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... o'er the shallow road Of white and dancing waters all besprent With sand and polished pebbles : -mortal boat In such a shallow rapid could not float . XLII . And down the earthquaking cataracts which shiver Their 42 THE WITCH OF ATLAS .
... o'er the shallow road Of white and dancing waters all besprent With sand and polished pebbles : -mortal boat In such a shallow rapid could not float . XLII . And down the earthquaking cataracts which shiver Their 42 THE WITCH OF ATLAS .
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Страница 195 - Its passions will rock thee, As the storms rock the ravens on high ; Bright reason will mock thee, Like the sun from a wintry sky. From thy nest every rafter Will rot, and thine eagle home Leave thee naked to laughter, When leaves fall and cold winds come.
Страница 194 - WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot.
Страница 165 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Страница 285 - The windings of the dell. — The rivulet, Wanton and wild, through many a green ravine Beneath the forest flowed. Sometimes it fell Among the moss, with hollow harmony Dark and profound. Now on the polished stones It danced ; like childhood, laughing as it went : Then, through the plain in tranquil wanderings crept, Reflecting every herb and drooping bud \ That overhung its quietness.
Страница 276 - While day-light held The sky, the Poet kept mute conference With his still soul. At night the passion came, Like the fierce fiend of a distempered dream, And shook him from his rest, and led him forth Into the darkness.
Страница 23 - Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong: They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
Страница 81 - The great, the unforgotten, — they who wore Mitres and helms and crowns, or wreaths of light, Signs of thought's empire over thought. Their lore "Taught them not this, to know themselves ; their might Could not repress the mystery within ; And, for the morn of truth they feigned, deep night
Страница 274 - His languid limbs. A vision on his sleep There came, a dream of hopes that never yet Had flushed his cheek. He dreamed a veiled maid Sate near him, talking in low solemn tones. Her voice was like the voice of his own soul Heard in the calm of thought...
Страница 8 - Dissolved into one lake of fire, were seen Those mountains towering as from waves of flame Around the vaporous sun, from which there came The inmost purple spirit of light, and made Their very peaks transparent 'Ere it fade,' Said my companion, 'I will show you soon A better station...
Страница 263 - To the Moon Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth, — And ever changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy?