The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe ShelleyEdward Moxon, 1840 - 363 страници |
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... wing Within the Fairy's fane . Yet not the golden islands Gleaming in yon flood of light , Nor the feathery curtains Stretching o'er the sun's bright couch , Nor the burnished ocean - waves , Paving that gorgeous dome , So fair , so ...
... wing Within the Fairy's fane . Yet not the golden islands Gleaming in yon flood of light , Nor the feathery curtains Stretching o'er the sun's bright couch , Nor the burnished ocean - waves , Paving that gorgeous dome , So fair , so ...
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... wing To soar unwearied , fearlessly to turn The keenest pangs to peacefulness , and taste The joys which mingled sense and spirit yield . Or he is formed for abjectness and woe , To grovel on the dunghill of his fears , To shrink at ...
... wing To soar unwearied , fearlessly to turn The keenest pangs to peacefulness , and taste The joys which mingled sense and spirit yield . Or he is formed for abjectness and woe , To grovel on the dunghill of his fears , To shrink at ...
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... wing , How swift the step of reason's firmer tread , How calm and sweet the victories of life , How terrorless the triumph of the grave ! How powerless were the mightiest monarch's arm , Vain his loud threat , and impotent his frown ...
... wing , How swift the step of reason's firmer tread , How calm and sweet the victories of life , How terrorless the triumph of the grave ! How powerless were the mightiest monarch's arm , Vain his loud threat , and impotent his frown ...
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... wing . Then steadily the happy ferment worked ; Reason was free ; and wild though passion went Through tangled glens and wood - embosomed meads , Gathering a garland of the strangest flowers , Yet , like the bee returning to her queen ...
... wing . Then steadily the happy ferment worked ; Reason was free ; and wild though passion went Through tangled glens and wood - embosomed meads , Gathering a garland of the strangest flowers , Yet , like the bee returning to her queen ...
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... wings of fury and despair , into the crackling wood . Fire dropped upon me from the trees , but the flames only singed my limbs ; alas ! it could not consume them . - I now mixed with the butchers of mankind , and plunged in the tempest ...
... wings of fury and despair , into the crackling wood . Fire dropped upon me from the trees , but the flames only singed my limbs ; alas ! it could not consume them . - I now mixed with the butchers of mankind , and plunged in the tempest ...
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AHASUERUS Apennine art thou beams BEATRICE beautiful beneath blood bosom brain breast breath bright burning calm Cenci child clouds cold curse dæmon dark dead death deep delight DEMOGORGON divine doth dream earth eternal EUGANEAN HILLS eyes faint fair fear fire flame flowers gentle gleam grave green grew grey grief hair hate heard heart heaven hope human Italy lady Laon light lips living lone looked Lord Byron LUCRETIA mighty mind moon mountains Naples never night nursling o'er ocean pain pale PANTHEA passion Peter Bell Pisa poem PROMETHEUS Queen Mab rain round sate scorn SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley silent slaves sleep smile soft soul sound spirit stars strange stream sweet swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne tower truth twas tyrants veil voice wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wings words
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Страница 260 - 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 259 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Страница 299 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how?
Страница 292 - Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me ? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side ? Wouldst thou me ? And I replied, No, not thee...
Страница 259 - 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. Why not I with thine...
Страница 289 - Now thou art dead, as if it were a part Of thee, my Adonais! I would give All that I am to be as thou now art! But I am chained to Time, and cannot thence depart!
Страница 260 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine- own kind ? what ignorance of pain...
Страница 291 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou!
Страница 260 - All the earth and air with thy voice is loud, as when night is bare, from one lonely cloud the moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Страница 259 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit...