The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: Complete in One VolumeE. Moxon, 1871 - 715 страници |
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... sweet reward ? Beneath whose looks did my reviving soul Riper in truth and virtuous daring grow ? Whose eyes have I gazed fondly on , And loved mankind the more ? Harriet ! on thine : -thou wert my purer mind ; Thou wert the inspiration ...
... sweet reward ? Beneath whose looks did my reviving soul Riper in truth and virtuous daring grow ? Whose eyes have I gazed fondly on , And loved mankind the more ? Harriet ! on thine : -thou wert my purer mind ; Thou wert the inspiration ...
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... sweet slumber Stealing o'er sensation , Which the breath of roseate morning Chaseth into darkness ? Will Ianthe wake again , And give that faithful bosom joy Whose sleepless spirit waits to catch Light , life , and rapture , from her ...
... sweet slumber Stealing o'er sensation , Which the breath of roseate morning Chaseth into darkness ? Will Ianthe wake again , And give that faithful bosom joy Whose sleepless spirit waits to catch Light , life , and rapture , from her ...
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... sweet a scene will earth become ! Of purest spirits , a pure dwelling - place , Symphonious with the planetary spheres ; When man , with changeless nature coalescing , Will undertake regeneration's work , When its ungenial poles no ...
... sweet a scene will earth become ! Of purest spirits , a pure dwelling - place , Symphonious with the planetary spheres ; When man , with changeless nature coalescing , Will undertake regeneration's work , When its ungenial poles no ...
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... sweet and languid beatings there , Catching new life from transitory death.— Like the vague sighings of a wind at even , That wakes the wavelets of the slumbering sea , And dies on the creation of its breath , And sinks and rises ...
... sweet and languid beatings there , Catching new life from transitory death.— Like the vague sighings of a wind at even , That wakes the wavelets of the slumbering sea , And dies on the creation of its breath , And sinks and rises ...
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... sweet To murmur through the heaven - breathing groves , And melodise with man's blest nature there . Those deserts of immeasurable sand , Whose age - collected fervours scarce allowed A bird to live , a blade of grass to spring , Where ...
... sweet To murmur through the heaven - breathing groves , And melodise with man's blest nature there . Those deserts of immeasurable sand , Whose age - collected fervours scarce allowed A bird to live , a blade of grass to spring , Where ...
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Страница 485 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Страница 245 - To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite ; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night ; To defy power which seems omnipotent ; To love and bear ; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates ; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent ; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great, and joyous, beautiful and free ; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory ! NOTE ON PROMETHEUS UNBOUND, BY MRS.
Страница 483 - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)...
Страница 576 - The One remains, the many change and pass : Heaven's light for ever shines, Earth's shadows fly ; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments. — Die, If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek!
Страница 382 - ... 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 passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things. The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Страница 501 - Are each paved with the moon and these. I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl. From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape, Over a torrent sea, Sunbeam proof, I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The...
Страница 604 - 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 503 - 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 597 - ONE word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And pity from thee more dear Than that from another. I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, — The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?
Страница 503 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...